The dull sound of impact resounded, accompanied by the momentary contact between the Flame Lance and Turing's head.

Turing's whole body was thrown backward, flipping several times before finally coming to a stop in a sorry state on the ground.

A touch of crimson stuck to the end of Raphael's pipe, blood dripping onto the ground, gradually forming a small pool of blood that faintly reflected Raphael's incredulous face.

"Blood?" The force that just pierced through Raphael could penetrate a hundred Turings, yet it only managed to get some blood on the tip of the gun.

"Why won't you just die?" Turing, who does she think she is?

Turing gradually raised her head, a black-red bloodstain spreading from her forehead to her chin, adding a touch of ferocity to her once delicate face.

"Haha..." Turing expelled a heavy breath, as if she were in an icy chamber, the sound of blood hitting the ground becoming denser and heavier.

She straightened up, half-kneeling on the ground, a hint of aggressiveness appearing in her previously gentle eyes. She was like a sheathed sword ready to be drawn, resonating with a dragon's cry.

"Fall before me!" The flamboyant flames surged like waves, Raphael changed from stabbing to slashing, the magnificent fire ring, the overwhelming pressure of a small mountain, leaving no place to hide.

"Crack!" An demonic blood-red giant hand appeared out of thin air, crushing Raphael's flames and pipe at the same time, splashing his face with blood-red liquid.

Raphael suddenly froze, numbly looking around; the pools of blood, blotches of blood, blood vessels, the pipe Turing discarded, and his own hands, broken and bloodstained.

A sense of shame and humiliation surged in him, and anger broke through the barrier in Raphael's chest. "Turing, are you just mimicking?"

Evidently, within such a short period of time, Turing had learned programming magic on the spot, imbuing magic into her blood.

She made her blood release the magic outside her body, bypassing the surveillance of the Nightmare Curse, something Raphael had never anticipated.

"Let me teach you what real programming magic is."t

The flowing cloak on Raphael suddenly dissipated like sand, with countless fragments expanding to nearly hundreds of times their original size, gradually revealing a horrifying monstrous form.

"Iron? She compressed the massive iron block into a small cloak?"p

Before it even fully formed, the monster made its move. The towering giant, measuring eight to nine meters, brought down its fist the size of a granite boulder, a steel torrent that seemed to devour Turing.

On Turing's side, the blood-red demon condensed once again, solidly meeting the monster's fist.

Although it was only a hand and an arm, the blood fibers formed a complete and rudimentary outline of a demon.

Beating, continuously beating, it was no longer a magical showdown between two people; it was more like two beasts tearing each other apart.

Not only that, during the increasingly intense competition, Raphael's monster quickly took shape. Meanwhile, Turing's demon's regenerative speed became slower and slower, almost coming to a halt.

Finally, the demon took on a humanoid form, with one missing head and one missing hand.

"It took so much blood to reach a limit, are you really human?" Raphael frowned as he looked at Turing, self-inflicted wounds that were too painful to look at.

"I haven't reached my limit yet," Turing replied without even a slight wrinkle in her brow, despite the excruciating pain in her fingers. "Using this much blood against you is enough."

Raphael's eyelid twitched, and his attacks became more impulsive and aggressive.

Grabbing, tearing, chopping, scratching, Raphael controlled the giant monster like a honeybee in a dance, swift and orderly.

Turing's maimed demon, however, looked even more ferocious than when it was complete. With one hand pressed against the monster's chest, the lower body crossed over, deliberately blocking Turing. The demon's powerful arm extended beyond Raphael's monster's attack range, momentarily stopping its fierce assault.

But why should I clash head-on with Turing? She's just a pathetic person who can't use magic.

Raphael quickly chanted a spell, causing the monster to extend its hands and restrain the demon's lone arm.Then with a sudden step, a raging surge of magic burst forth from her feet, propelling her past the giants and immediately next to Turing.

She carefully looked around, then Raphael decisively ignited the flames in her palm, the eerie fire filling the surrounding area.

"The trumpet of the beginning." A crimson color emitting an extremely dangerous and alarming signal slowly emerged from the flames in Raphael's palm.

"Are you looking for its head and hands? Here they are." Facing a now aware Raphael, Turing remained calm and made a gesture of shaking hands.

Blood hidden in the corners of the eyes, hiding between strands of hair, lying in the cracks on the ground gathered together—a blood-red spear, or rather a whirlwind, twisted and contorted in Turing's hand.

With a loud bang, Turing's spear collided with Raphael's magic. Like light, mist, and dust, the shockwave instantly swept across the entire arena.

The two originally godlike giants were the first to bear the brunt, instantly turning into ashes.

Although the competition arena was almost intact, no one in the spectator stands would question the astonishing power of this impact.

Raphael was no longer as confident as before, with varying degrees of injuries on her head, neck, abdomen, and feet. She looked like she had been dredged up from a pool of blood, with even the mud mask on her face shattered; not to mention Turing.

【Seize the opportunity now.】

Turing's four fingers clasped together, fingertips curved, while the thumb naturally relaxed. The originally powerful hand shape, combined with Turing's pitifully small hand, appeared particularly comical.

【Index finger.】

Turing's finger speed, astonishing to heaven and earth, flew towards Raphael's neck like a bullet.

What was even more shocking was that this speed had no magic at all, all of it was cultivated through Turing's usual training.

With a crack, unfortunately, Turing didn't break Raphael's cervical vertebrae, instead, Raphael crushed Turing's arm.

"Do you understand now? Cough, cough."

"The sensation of the opponent's magic power... far surpasses one's own."

Now Turing and Raphael were in an embarrassing state, just like the situation where the two giants confronted each other just now; Turing's hand had just reached Raphael's body but was immediately realized by her. She raised her hands and firmly clamped down on Turing's slender arm.

【But this is already enough.】

I don't know what is enough, but Turing's expression suddenly became gentle and delicate.

Pain that an ordinary person couldn't bear was treated by Turing just like any of the previous inhuman trainings, easily overlooked.

【Does this mean that I should thank the more painful days of the past?】Turing finally drifted off in this extremely urgent situation.

A scorching surge of magic followed Turing's completely unsensing hand, invading the wound on Raphael's neck.

"You are manipulating my blood? It has been infiltrated by my magic power for years, how dare you!"

Crack, crack. Raphael felt as if she had already ground Turing's arm into powder, but she still couldn't move it the least bit from its position.

So Raphael quickly transferred magic power to her own blood, and the two continued their battle within Raphael's body.

Suddenly, Raphael sensed that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Turing, without any warning, charged forward. Ignoring her own twisted arm, she fiercely smashed her head against Raphael's forehead.

Raphael felt as if every organ in her body had been trampled by a carriage. It wasn't just her head, but every part of her body was overwhelmed by dizziness, causing her to loosen control over the magic power within her.

In an instant, Raphael felt as if she was immersed in a pitch-black sea, the boundless magic power resembling the benevolent deity of a father, not intruding, not demanding, but simply enveloping you with its surpassing all concepts breadth.

Raphael even felt extremely honored.

Then she knelt down, and soon prostrated herself, her head hitting the ground with a thud; compared to Turing, who was more seriously injured all over her body, Raphael finally fell.Turing looked around the VIP seats with a wooden expression. There was no sight of Oedipus, and the gentle smile he had imagined as a reward did not appear.

Turing felt a wave of emptiness.

Wasn't a expected victory worthy of praise? Turing turned his back to Raphael and silently walked towards the exit.

In the first round, Turing won.