Just as Fulen was about to be killed by his opponent's sword, Fulen found the right spot and suddenly used the "Flash" spell right in front of his opponent.
The strongest point is also the weakest point. The Appraiser only then remembered this adage. The Appraiser felt a bit helpless, as he had always relied on his excellent observation skills to gain an advantage in battles against those of the same Sequence. Yet, just as he was about to end the opponent's life, he was harmed by the very thing he prided himself on.
It looks like he must be a Trickmaster, the Appraiser easily guessed Fulen's Sequence. At the same time, the Appraiser swung the sword in his hand into a blur, preventing himself from being ambushed.
Obviously, the opponent had no intention of ambushing him, but the Appraiser still waited until he was sure his vision was no longer temporarily uncomfortable after the strong light. The Appraiser then decided to open his eyes, as continuously swinging the sword was a great physical burden on him.
After opening his eyes, the Appraiser indeed did not encounter another "Flash," but what followed was the sensation of powder hitting his face. A stinging sensation spread to his eyes, and the Appraiser could tell it was lime powder without needing to appraise it.
"Ugh," the Appraiser subconsciously loosened his left hand from the sword and rubbed his eyes, but he quickly realized something was terribly wrong. Fulen, who had already anticipated the Appraiser's hand movement, used Electric Shock without a word.
"Ah!" The Appraiser felt the Electric Shock attack and cried out in agony. At the same time, he threw the sword in his hand towards Fulen without a second thought. Although the Appraiser was in great pain, he still immediately pulled out a small bottle from his pocket, chanted a few incantations, and sprinkled powdery substance around himself.
Most of the Trickmaster's "tricks" are not fatal, and the Appraiser was merely caught off guard. If he had truly reacted, all of the limited tricks would have been blocked by him, and that would have been Fulen's true predicament. Therefore, Fulen rushed directly towards the Appraiser without waiting for him to react.
The Appraiser, who had just sprinkled the dust, had just stopped the spasms from the Electric Shock. Hearing the sound of Fulen rushing over, he could only twist his head, unable to open his eyes, to look towards Fulen.
In Fulen's eyes, this person, whose Sequence was even higher than his own, actually looked weak, pitiful, and helpless. Fulen subconsciously slowed his steps, but this short moment was already enough for an experienced Beyonder to react.
The Appraiser pulled out the crossbow he had used to shoot arrows earlier and pressed the trigger. Fulen had not expected the crossbow to be a repeating one, nor that a Beyonder of the Savant Pathway, who was not skilled in combat, would have so many attack methods.
It proved that, if well-made, at close range, a crossbow and a pistol were equally lethal to a person. Fulen barely dodged the arrow aimed at his heart, but the mystical arrow still grazed Fulen's left side, tearing off a large piece of flesh from Fulen's body where it grazed.
Fulen no longer hesitated, running faster while using "Burning" to stop the bleeding from his grazed wound.
The flames seared Fulen's wound. For a moment, Fulen didn't know whether it was the arrow or the searing pain that caused his adrenaline to continuously over-secrete, so much so that Fulen, who was not a soldier, was able to charge towards his enemy after being injured, instead of retreating.
The Appraiser pursed his lips, no longer wasting arrows. Listening to the approaching wind, he began to reconstruct the enemy's dynamic model in his mind. Anticipating that the opponent was about to get close, the Appraiser shot an arrow from an angle that, while not the most lethal, was still quite deadly and had a high probability of success.
However, the Appraiser still miscalculated, and this miscalculation directly led to him losing his life.
Fulen knew that the opponent was predicting his movements through footsteps and the sound of the wind, but Fulen had no time to waste. The more time he wasted, the easier it would be for the Steam Church to control the situation. If Fulen wanted to escape, he had to leave as soon as possible. So Fulen scattered a large number of playing cards.
Using playing cards and "Wind Blow" together, although Fulen had not practiced this technique before, after a Flash of inspiration, in order to end the battle as soon as possible, Fulen could only risk trying this unusual magic trick.
The result was successful. The opponent's arrow only hit the playing cards, and Fulen quickly plunged his newly bought dagger into the unsuspecting Appraiser's heart.
However, the opponent was not dead. The crossbow still seemed to have arrows. The Appraiser even tried to turn the crossbow, wanting to die with Fulen. Fulen's mind went blank, and his hand subconsciously twisted the dagger twice. The blood, which had initially only snaked along the dagger, now gushed out like a fountain.
Fulen watched as the opponent's life ended. Fulen's usually proud memory recorded the opponent's rapid death frame by frame, as if Fulen had led the opponent to death little by little. And watching the opponent, Fulen clearly understood how a dying person leaves the world.
Death is not beautiful, this was Fulen's thought after calmly watching the opponent die. When dying, a person cannot control themselves. The process of the opponent's death was not clean and swift. Even in that short time, incontinence and drooling were unavoidable, and the sight of the opponent reaching for the sky was something Fulen found hard to forget.
The opponent's eyes, which had been closed, were wide open even after death. The strong contrast made it difficult for Fulen to react for a moment.
Fortunately, the pain was still restoring Fulen's senses to normal. Fulen picked up the opponent's crossbow and searched his pockets for bottles and jars of powdered essential oils, then quickly picked up the sword the opponent had dropped.
Only then did Fulen remember that his flesh was still hanging on the arrow the opponent had shot. So he followed the direction to find the bloody arrow and flesh. After Burning some things that might expose his information, Fulen began to ponder how to get out.
However, Fulen quickly stopped worrying, because before Fulen could react, he was already grabbed by the neck and lifted up by someone. The opponent's strength was so great that Fulen instantly suspected the opponent wanted to kill him directly.
But the opponent also realized this, so he snorted coldly and loosened his grip slightly. At the same time, after a moment of disorientation, Fulen's vision revealed that he was no longer in the real world. The kaleidoscopic world before him did not resemble the Spirit World.
This world seemed to be a mirror image of the real world, but at the same time, it was more ethereal. In some unnoticed small details, it appeared black, but upon closer inspection, it had several mixed colors. Of course, if one looked even closer, one would hear different whispers from the colors.
This was the world within the mirror, the exclusive territory of Demoness and Wraiths.