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... ng, making the whole arena creak.

“Nice magic”

The corners of Erza's mouth rose slightly after feeling the magic power of Milaj's first entry into the S-level magister threshold. Not only did she not feel intimidated by Miraj's trickiness, on the contrary, for Erza, the stronger the opponent , the more interesting it is.

"What a powerful magic power."

It was only after Milaj collided fiercely with Erza's magic power that he realized his own shortcomings.

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