I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 147

“I can’t move my body.” Yubel realized, “Nor can I manipulate my magic.”

“It’s a powerful binding spell.”

“If you have a spell like that, why don’t you just catch the Meteorite Bird yourself?”

Yubel, unable to move, grumbled in her mind.

She could see the Meteorite Bird and its cage hanging at her waist.

[This is good, this is good (doge)]

[Man-catching spell.]

[Oh no, the bird is still on her.]

“However,” Yubel lowered her eyes, looking blankly ahead, thinking, “if he can’t find the Meteorite Bird, this move is useless.”

Across from her, Viabel’s eyes narrowed with a smile, “My magic makes anyone in my line of sight unable to move.”

“As long as I keep staring at you, you can’t move.”

“Killing you in this state would be as easy as flipping a hand.”

[Concept magic?]

[No wonder your teammate complained that the magic used was despicable. So it’s this kind of magic. With this magic, as long as you keep staring at the opponent, wouldn’t you be able to do whatever you want?]

[What if there’s a mirror?]

[‘Mirror magic’!]

[Can’t blink either, right? That’s too cruel, lol…]

[One-on-one it’s a divine skill, but fighting an opponent not in your line of sight is like leaving your back exposed to the enemy.]

Yubel lifted her eyes and realized, “This guy even held back.”

“If he really wanted to kill, he would have restricted our movements during the sneak attack.”

Viabel smiled and spoke, “I’ll give you one last chance.”

The binding magic on Yubel dissipated, surprising her.

“Put down the Meteorite Bird.” Viabel looked at her waist, “Then scram.”

Yubel stood up, her eyes losing interest.

“What a bore, how uninteresting.”

“I thought I finally had a chance for a good fight.” Yubel reached out and unhooked the cage from her waist, “Turns out he’s just threatening us for the Meteorite Bird.”

The Meteorite Bird let out a cry.

‘Hmm??’

Yubel sensed something was off, “Wait.”

“Is it necessary to give orders like that?” She tapped her chin with a finger, “Since I can’t move, why don’t you just take it directly?”

Yubel held the Meteorite Bird’s cage in her hand.

Viabel said nothing.

Yubel squinted, slightly lifting the birdcage in her hand.

After watching the other party for two seconds, the next moment, Yubel exerted a slight force, tossing the birdcage towards him.

The birdcage flew into the air.

Viabel’s gaze followed the birdcage upwards.

Yubel moved. She picked up the staff from the ground, half-crouching and pushing off with her legs.

‘Hoo-cha.’ Yubel’s staff, with its sharp blade at the tip, swung like a spear.

Viabel leaned back, a horizontal blood-line appearing on his nose bridge.

Pain shot through him, and he looked at Yubel.

The next second, golden double-ringed light circles appeared on Yubel, and she was once again bound by Viabel’s visual binding magic.

Viabel retreated two steps.

The birdcage fell to the ground, the Meteorite Bird cried out, but neither of them paid it any mind.

Yubel looked at him, “It doesn’t work if your sight doesn’t cover the whole body, huh.”

She had discovered the flaw in Viabel’s ‘Visual Binding Magic’.

[Bird: First of all, I didn’t offend any of you.]

“No wonder you don’t use it when there’s more than one opponent.”

Viabel’s tone was helpless, “You aimed for my eyes.”

“A very reasonable judgment, wouldn’t you say?” Yubel stated matter-of-factly.

“No.” Viabel looked straight at her, “If it were me, to kill, I’d aim for the neck.”

“Because that way, the battle ends.”

[Two close-combat mages, truly amazing.]

[As the saying goes, no discord, no concord! How about this! I’ll play matchmaker, you two get married here today, wouldn’t that be wonderful??]

Viabel looked at Yubel, “You should be able to do it.”

The green-haired woman before him, with her cold and contemptuous eyes, made him think: “On the battlefield, I’ve met people who acted like you.”

“Those guys were all perverts who took pleasure in killing.” Viabel’s brows furrowed, his eyes filled with disgust and hatred as he recalled those people.

His gaze towards Yubel turned unfriendly.

The smile on Yubel’s face deepened.

Viabel walked over, the short-handled trident in his hand pointing at Yubel.

“It seems I should kill you here.”

Yubel’s eyes narrowed, her voice cold, “Have you killed women or children?”

“Do you think I haven’t?” Viabel retorted.

“Oh?” Yubel saw his reaction, “What kind of hell have you seen?”

Viabel looked directly at Yubel, his tone calm.

“Trying to stall for time?”

He paused.

“Alright, I’ll play along.”

Viabel didn’t mind, and began to speak:

“Our Northern Magic Squad specializes in dealing with demons.”

In the scene.

On the overgrown ground, many mages and mercenaries stood, the cold northern snow mountains in the distance.

“But in emergencies, we are also used in wars between nations.”

[Huh? You’re really going to tell him?]

[I’m kinda shipping you two.]

[Haven’t you heard that villains die from talking too much?]

[Villains die from talking too much, but neither of them are villains, so they can talk as long as they want.]

At that time, Viabel had experienced many wars between human nations.

“Humans know their own weaknesses inside and out.”

“Sending women and children to the battlefield, such demonic acts, are not uncommon in war.”

Across from them, there was a group of children and women holding shields and blades, their eyes hollow and lifeless.

“This isn’t hell.”

“It’s the daily life on the northern border.”

In the scene, Viabel pulled his hood over his head.

Viabel spoke while staring at Yubel.

“I see.” Yubel heard him, and directly closed her eyes, “No need to say anymore.”

A long moment passed.

Neither of them spoke.

Nor did they move.

The scene seemed frozen, the camera stretching infinitely with time.

After a long while.

“Aren’t you going to kill me?” Yubel asked.

Viabel said nothing.

[I thought something would pop out and ambush them from this angle.]

[Using this visual magic, you’d have to keep staring at the other person, wouldn’t your eyes get dry?]

Yubel said with her eyes closed, “I believe that a person’s preferred magic is closely related to their experiences and personality.”

“This magic of yours, which restricts the opponent’s movement.”

“It’s like you want to hesitate before killing.”

Upon hearing these words, Viabel’s expression changed significantly.

Yubel opened her eyes and looked back at him, “I get it.”

“Letting me stall for time is also because of this.”

[Demon: Language is truly beautiful magic.]

[Viabel was hit where it hurts.]

[He actually doesn’t want to kill.]

PS:

Sob sob, a special thanks to “Zhushi Jieyi” for their daily acts of love and support!

So touched.