The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 85: Astonishing Learning Speed

"What kind of monster is this?"

Before the warrior could react, the golden-haired girl shot forward like an arrow released from its bow. In a flash, she was right in front of him, her sword already drawn.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the blink of an eye, the two super warriors had exchanged multiple blows.

At first glance, they seemed evenly matched.

Meanwhile, the Old Witch and Rhine stood off against each other, wary and unmoving, as if bound by an unspoken agreement not to act yet.

"That little girl—what kind of monster is she? She’s actually fighting Antolin to a standstill? He’s the kind of warrior who could instill fear in an entire army!"

The Old Witch's voice was filled with shock.

The Old Witch took a closer look.

At the start of the fight, Aurora’s movements were still somewhat unrefined. But as the battle progressed, she became increasingly fluid, her actions more and more precise. She was quickly adapting to her opponent’s rhythm—reading every block, every dodge, and gradually seizing control.

The powerful warrior, despite his massive frame, was starting to falter. Yet, what truly terrified him wasn’t just that he was losing ground—it was the realization dawning upon him.

This girl was…

Learning his moves.

She was grasping his rhythm, understanding his attacks before they landed, predicting his steps before he even took them!

This incredible learning speed—this was the gift Aurora had been blessed with.

In her usual studies—literature, mathematics, painting—Aurora had shown remarkable talent, far surpassing her peers. But due to her age and limited experience, she had never reached the level of true geniuses or masters. She had merely dipped her toes into many fields, never fully excelling in any.

But in battle, this talent was magnified exponentially.

As long as she kept fighting strong opponents, she would adapt, absorb their techniques, and grow infinitely stronger!

This was her first time battling another super warrior.

Before this, the soldiers she had faced had been utterly powerless against her; they couldn’t even withstand a single casual strike. But this Enderland warrior—though weaker than her—was still leagues beyond ordinary humans.

This was, without a doubt, an invaluable learning opportunity.

From the start, Aurora had deliberately held back, refraining from using her invulnerability to recklessly attack. Instead, she chose to dodge and engage in an extended duel. She was studying—memorizing his every motion, engraving each subtle movement into her mind.

After just a minute or two, Aurora had completely mastered the warrior’s combat rhythm. She could feel herself growing stronger.

There was no need to hold back anymore.

With a sudden burst of speed, she launched a lightning-fast offensive.

Swish!

Anticipating her opponent’s defenses and dodges, she twisted her blade past the warrior’s massive sword, aiming directly at the gap in his armor.

"This ends now."

A deadly strike!

But—

Clang!

Sparks exploded in the air, scattering across the ground.

Aurora staggered back, forced several steps away by the sheer impact of her own strike.

The warrior’s armor glowed with layers upon layers of intricate runes, forming an enigmatic pattern.

"What…?" Aurora’s eyes widened in shock.

"Hahahaha!" The Old Witch cackled. "I used my most precious herbs to inscribe enchantments upon that armor—runes that make it impenetrable by blade or flame, immune to poison and corrosion! That armor is an unbreakable fortress, and its protection will last until dawn!"

Despite her gloating, a flicker of distress crossed the witch’s face.

She had poured everything into today’s plan—her trump cards, her most treasured resources, all of them!

Failure was simply not an option.

With Aurora momentarily pushed back, the Enderland warrior advanced.

Now that he had experienced the full extent of his armor’s protection firsthand, his confidence surged. The full-plate suit covered him completely—helmet, visor, everything—leaving not a single weak point. With such absolute defense, he had nothing to fear!

The battle resumed.

Fierce gales tore through the warehouse, the clash of metal ringing in the air. The sheer force of the battle shook the entire structure, causing dust to rain down from above. Cracks spread across the ceiling, walls, and floor.

Yet despite the chaos, one truth was evident—the warrior was far outmatched in both skill and agility.

A towering figure over three meters tall, he fought with brute force alone, resorting to relentless brawling tactics in a desperate attempt to keep up with Aurora.

But the fight dragged on.

Two warriors, both invulnerable to blades, locked in combat—how could such an absurd battle ever have a clear conclusion?

Meanwhile, Rhine had been striking his tinderbox repeatedly, summoning his three magical dogs to attack the Old Witch.

The witch retaliated with wicked curses, hurling dark spells toward the young magician.

But each time, Rhine sensed the attack a split second before it landed, his prophetic power warning him of danger just in time. He effortlessly teleported away before the curses could reach him.

In a corner of the warehouse, Ariel held her breath, doing her best to stay out of the way.

"By the seas…! Not only is Magician Rhine unbelievably strong, but Aurora is just as terrifying! I’ve never seen such an intense and overwhelming battle!"

She bit her lip, anxiety welling inside her.

"The two human friends I made in the ocean… are they both truly this extraordinary?"

Her gaze shifted past the battle, landing on the full-length mirror behind the Old Witch and the warrior.

Reflected in the glass was a grand wedding ceremony—a sacred hall illuminated by countless oil lamps, blood-red flowers in full bloom. Yet chaos had erupted inside. People were panicked, shouting in alarm.

And there, among them all, she saw him.

Prince Eric, dressed in a groom’s attire.

But his lower half—

It was no longer human legs.

A beautiful mermaid’s tail now shimmered where his feet should have been.

"Eric… he already drank the potion that turned him into a mermaid!"

Ariel’s heart surged like a raging storm—one just as fierce as the tempest that had first brought them together.

"But I… I can’t do anything to help."

She clenched her fists, her gaze dropping in helplessness.

The enchanted mirror was right there, the key to Eric’s imprisonment so close she could almost touch it.

Yet all she could do was hide in the shadows, powerless and afraid of being caught in the battle’s crossfire.

Then—

She noticed something.

A window.

Right beside her.

And beyond it—

The endless, deep-blue ocean.

Waves crashed against the jagged cliffs below, foaming into white spray.

"This isn’t Enderland’s harbor. No merfolk here. This must be another sea entirely…"

Her heart leapt with hope.

"If the ocean is right there—maybe I can do something!"

With newfound determination, she slipped out the window.

She was still wearing the boy’s clothes Eric had tailored for her—practical attire meant for horseback riding through lush forests, for scaling mountaintops to touch the clouds.

And now, in this critical moment, it proved invaluable—light, unrestrictive, perfect for movement.

Back in the warehouse, the Enderland warrior was still stubbornly grappling with Aurora, using his enchanted armor to drag out the fight.

So focused was he on his desperate battle that he failed to notice—

A bird.

A small, inconspicuous bird that had silently flown behind him.

Tap.

It barely brushed against his back.

Shatter.

The bird swooped down, landing in the center of the warehouse.

A swirl of mist engulfed it—

And Rhine stood in its place.

"Foolish, foolish Old Witch. You really shouldn’t have told us how your magic worked."

The young magician smirked, flipping his palm over.

With a whoosh, a cloud of mist burst forth—

And the warrior’s enchanted armor, glowing with runic power, clattered to the ground.

Gone.

His indestructible defense—vanished.

"Wha—?"

Before he could react—

A sharp pain bloomed in his chest.

He looked down.

Aurora’s sword was buried deep in his heart.

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