Bang!
The golden scimitar and the golden power sword clashed again. Though the Golden Mage was a Lamp God Warlock, his swordsmanship was still quite impressive, drawing four arcs in the air with the scimitar, each one capable of cutting off a mortal's head.
Even Angerong, who was watching, mumbled that it's not bad.
However, reality mercilessly shattered the Golden Mage's naive fantasy. Fugen had suppressed him in every aspect, and after two brief exchanges, the Golden Mage from Arabi realized it was impossible to defeat his enemy in melee combat.
Yet casters don't need to defeat their foes in close combat. Within a spell, the Golden Mage transformed into a flowing stream of sand at his fingertips; Fugen's sword cut through only emptiness, immediately followed by a white-hot arrow of light shooting out from afar, shrieking as it flew towards Fugen and exploded on him.
"Elemental Power! Hear my command!" The Golden Mage intoned the spell: "Akka~ Ansenamu-ilai~ Yikum~"
