Time passed day by day, and half a month later, Boom fell to his knees on the ground again, but he persisted for more than half an hour. He wiped the blood from his mouth and raised his head with a smile.
However, Themis looked confused, because in his mind, there were only two ways to take on the battle, either victory or defeat.
But Boom obviously ended up in failure this time. He couldn't figure out why the other party showed a happy expression, and even faintly revealed excitement.
"Brother Boom, are you okay? Do you want to take a rest? If you feel unclear, you will sleep in the cave." Themis asked with concern on her face.
In his opinion, the other party should have been fooled by him, or at least a precursor to becoming a fool again. This is something Themis cannot tolerate, not to mention that Rikka is watching with cold eyes.
Although he admired Boom, he was not afraid. In his heart, except for his grandfather Ymir, Themis would only be afraid when seeing Rikka.
She floated towards Rikka secretly, but the other party didn't seem to have any intention of taking action. Themis secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Boom again.
"It doesn't matter. I am a mid-level magician. It is normal for me to be injured by you."
"But after this period of sparring, I was able to hold on under you for more than half an hour. Themis, if it were me, I would never allow this to happen."
Boom wiped the snow off his leather robe and said with a smile. In fact, he had no reason to be angry. As a descendant of Warcraft, the other party was naturally not something he could defeat, at least not yet.
But through many days of consecutive sparring, Boom also figured out the opponent's fighting style. Perhaps because of self-confidence, or because of this, Themis's fighting style is simple and direct. It is better to say that she is an ice magician.
It is more appropriate to act recklessly.
Like the frost giant Ymir, Themis also has no prerequisites for chanting incantations and casting spells. The wind and snow are blowing when she turns her hands, and ice pours down from her hands.
"Powerful!" This is Boom's most direct feeling. However, after fighting after battles, Boom can also hinder the opponent's offensive through the changes of the magic circle. Although it only lasts for a few seconds, it is what he is doing now.
The limit of what can be done.
If Themis is a tough stone, only charging at enemies, then Boom is the gurgling stream all around, penetrating all around, as if there is nothing there.
Regardless of the huge disparity in strength between the two, this was a textbook battle. A battle of skill and brute force.
Failure is not terrible, because Boom has survived to this day through failure again and again. He never believes his ears, except for what he sees with his eyes, everything is an illusion and a shadow.
If the speed is slow, recite the incantation in advance, and if the power is not enough, activate ventriloquism to cast spells. At the cost of turning the magic crystals into powder, Boom has mastered the skills of fighting Themis.
"Well, the loser kept talking non-stop, but the winner was like an apprentice and allowed himself to be lectured by the other party."
"Brother, it's better to take a rest. It's time for you to take medicine, so as not to trigger bulimia and madness in your body."
"Themis, let my sister come and play with you? It depends on whether your skin is thick enough, or whether my sister is ruthless!"
"Gift of liberation! Second dance, pirouette!"
Boom wanted to say something else, but Rikka, who was watching the battle, stopped him. He threw a crystal bottle to Boom, and then two short blades stretched out from his leather sleeves.
Without any hesitation, and without any pre-war declaration, Rikka's body instantly turned into a storm of swords and blasted directly towards Themis.
In the originally peaceful mountain peak, it was as if a meteorite had been suddenly dropped. Wind and snow surged, and ice drifted. Before Boom could cast the magic barrier, he was directly pushed away by this huge wave.
A harsh sound of metal friction roared in the sub-peak of Storm Mountain. Themis gritted her teeth and persisted until she saw Rikka's yawning face.
As Ymir's psychic clone, Themis recognized Rikka's identity, but she never felt that she was so unbearable that she would be forced into a desperate situation.
Unwillingness, humiliation, and competitiveness, these emotions constantly stimulated Themis's nerves, and finally her true strength broke out, which was an extremely cold frost pressure.
"That's it? If you only have this ability, then you'd better stay in the Storm Mountain Nest."
"The outside world is very dangerous. My sister advises you, be careful not to insult the name of the frost giant!"
Rikka looked stern, and then released the beast's pressure. A pure and unquestionable aura swelled in the sub-peak, and Boom sat silently on the snow, chewing herbal balls, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.
At the same time, the frost giant Ymir in the main peak also opened his eyes instantly. But his expression at this moment was actually the same as Boom.
"Although sister has more powerful moves, I can't use them on you. Sit down!" Rikka suddenly withdrew her aura, and then punched Themis in the chest.
The blue stone skin cracked inch by inch, and the original fluorescence hidden within illuminated the surroundings. Rikka fell lightly on the spot, as if she had never participated in this battle.
But Themis now looks extremely embarrassed. Not only can it no longer maintain her human form, she has returned to the appearance of a frost giant. A dent has been directly hammered out of her chest by Rikka, which looks very abrupt.
"I'm done with it. If Sister Rikka doesn't stop, I'm going to die."
"What a powerful beast. Is this the true strength of Sister Rikka?"
"Sister, my biological sister, can you beat Grandpa Ymir? Take me away, as long as Themis has food to eat!"
As Themis spoke, she returned to her human form again. The injuries on her chest were quickly recovered, and the leather robe on her body was intact as before.
This is the biggest reliance of the "Twelve Magical Beasts", which can quickly recover through the consumption of souls. And for them who are immortal, this loss is almost nothing.
However, Rikka, who had no idea about this, slapped him away. Themis looked at Rikka with aggrieved look behind her and explained the reason.
Boom heard the words and couldn't laugh or cry, while Rikka rolled her eyes and refused to admit her mistake. The three of them sat on the floor, Boom had already returned to normal, and Themis stared at Rikka with a resentful look after a burst of fluorescent light. But Rikka was shocked.
He ate his snacks and chose to ignore the other party.
"Themis, I understand your feelings, but you are still too weak now. Defeating me is not something to be happy about, and existences stronger than Rikka are common in the outside world." p>
"Work hard to reach the level of a peak expert, and maybe then Senior Ymir will allow you to walk out of Storm Mountain."
"Brother Boom promises you that when that day comes, the three of us will meet again. Although I can't guarantee how much help I can give you, I can still afford a meal."
Boom threw a herbal pill to the other party, and then said with a smile. As an orphan, Boom prefers to make friends with this kind of monster than those of the same kind.
"Themis must remember it. When the time comes, Brother Bum and Sister Rikka will not deny it. They are also very pitiful. They have been nestled in this snowy mountain all their lives and have never... huh?"
Themis' words stopped abruptly, and she kept smacking her lips, as if she was reminiscing about the taste of the herbal pills. Boom and Rikka looked at each other, then stood up and walked towards the cave at the same time.
Themis is a complete glutton, but if other things are okay, those herbal balls cannot be supplied in unlimited quantities, because they are Boom's only life-saving thing now.