Chapter 108: Chapter108-Owen''s Magnanimity


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    To Stanley, victory belonged to the strong.


    Since he wasn''t Leslie''s match and would have died at her hands, there was nothing more to say.


    But Leslie had shown mercy!


    He couldn''t remember having any connection with Leslie and didn''t think of her as someone who would be merciful.


    Meanwhile, the spectators, who had been watching the battle, stared wide-eyed at Leslie, who now held her spear pointed at Stanley''s forehead, their breaths almost held in suspense.


    Just moments ago, the two had been evenly matched, the situation intense and deadlocked. How had it suddenly shifted to an overwhelming victory for Leslie?


    The tip of her spear was so close to Stanley''s forehead that just an inch further would have pierced his skull.


    After their initial astonishment, the onlookers shared the same thought as Stanley.


    Leslie had chosen not to deliver the fatal blow at the critical moment.


    It seemed like she was deliberately sparing Stanley.


    But this wasn''t in line with Leslie''s usual behavior.


    Under the puzzled gazes of everyone, Leslie said calmly:


    "A true general should die on the battlefield fighting against the enemy, wrapped in their horse''s hide, not in the capital, killed in an internal conflict."


    "When you were very young, you fought against Kyrik. Your fate should be to die on the path to conquering Kyrik, not here."


    Upon hearing the first part of Leslie''s words, Stanley showed a look of deep agreement.NewW novels updates at novelhall.com


    His many years in the military had ingrained in him the habits and spirit of a soldier.


    The highest ideal for a soldier was undoubtedly to die on the battlefield against the enemy, wrapped in the hide of their horse, and return home with honor.


    However, Leslie''s latter statement touched something deeper and made him wary. He stared at Leslie with a slightly cold gaze.


    "Are you ordering me to march against Kyrik?" Stanley asked.


    Leslie retorted, "Why not?"


    For a moment, the atmosphere between them became tense and subtle.


    ...


    As Leslie and Stanley determined their contest''s outcome, Owen and Otto''s battle had reached its climax.


    Otto, being a diamond-tier mage, had deep reserves of mana, flowing endlessly like a mighty river.


    In contrast, Owen, whether maintaining his Obsidify state or using his eyes to track Otto''s movements, required a significant amount of mana.


    If not for his extraordinary recovery abilities and the support of his Basic Healing Skill, he wouldn''t have been able to last this long.


    Even with the Basic Healing Skill aiding his recovery and providing continuous mana for combat, Otto grew increasingly fierce with each strike, adopting a strategy of trading blows.


    Ultimately, Otto''s depth and experience far exceeded Owen''s.


    If this continued, Owen was certain he would be the one to face a crushing defeat.


    So, after withstanding a powerful axe strike from Otto, Owen seized the opportunity to retreat, creating distance between them.


    However, his eyes showed little fear.


    When Owen defeated Madelyn and first made a name for himself, the Council of Elders had already begun collecting information about him.


    Thus, Owen''s TNT skill was no secret to Otto.


    He knew it required significant power and carried substantial risks for Owen.


    [Order], a rare and wondrous element in the world, was something that even Otto, nearing master-tier, respected and feared.


    If the two [Orders] fused and exploded, the resulting power might not be as catastrophic as the blast that destroyed the Council of Elders, but it would still be immensely destructive.


    Even facing the explosion directly could endanger his life.


    But Owen had a trump card.


    And so did Otto!


    "It has been many years since anyone has forced me to this point. I thought I would only need


    to use this move against a master-tier mage. I never expected to use it against a platinum- tier mage. Fate truly has a sense of irony," Otto remarked, shaking his head slightly, his gaze


    complex.


    Light began to surge around him, and an ancient portal slowly emerged behind him. Owen intended to use his most powerful technique for a decisive victory, and Otto had the


    same idea.


    The longer this battle dragged on, the more his reputation would suffer.


    He needed to eliminate Owen quickly to avoid unforeseen complications.


    Moreover, Stanley''s defeat by Leslie was beyond his expectations.


    He could not afford to waste any more time with Owen.


    "Primal Gate!"


    "Your most loyal servant calls upon you to descend!"


    "Descend!"


    As the portal''s shadow gradually materialized, Otto clasped his hands together like a devout


    nun, his prayers growing louder and more fervent, causing the surrounding mana to tremble.


    "Primal Gate?"


    Hearing Otto''s incantations, many mages looked on in deep confusion, not understanding what this technique was.


    They could only feel that the sky behind Otto seemed to be supported by an ancient stone


    pillar, forming a portal that felt like the sole structure in the world, ancient and grand, filling


    them with a sense of dread.


    Merely gazing directly at the portal''s shadow felt like blasphemy, a sin.


    Many low-level mages, upon seeing the portal, immediately fell to their knees, bowing repeatedly like puppets, as devout as if they were witnessing their deity.


    Even Edward, Andre, and others found their eyes drawn irresistibly to the portal, as if it possessed an inexplicable allure.