Gabriel made a move, wielding her spear-like lance towards Turing like a shooting star.

【In theory, I cannot avoid this strike.】

【My defense is not sufficient to withstand her attack, and my speed is only enough to dodge fatal injuries.】

【Without knowing her magic, I will surely be hit by her.】

【So, how can I win without using the information I obtained from the future?】

In the blink of an eye, the flickering luminous tip of the spear had already reached Turing's front, leaving only a dangeroulsy close distance between it and Turing's skin.

The scent of rampant alexandrian laurel grass entered Turing's nostrils.

【Damn, I can't think of any way to win...】

【I can't defend against it, nor can I counterattack.】

【How did I win back then...?】

【Wait, did I really win?】

【Could it be that when Raphael said I gained Gabriel's recognition, it didn't mean I won?】

"Puh." The flickering tongue of flame pierced into Turing's body, and the gushing blood spurted out like a pillar. Gabriel frowned, quickly retracting the fire-lance to prevent Turing's blood from igniting.

【No, don't think about those things... I will definitely win.】

【I can't accept any outcome other than victory, even if it's my past self.】

The figure of Gabriel in front of Turing dissipated like an illusion. Turing's chest tightened and a terrifying force came from behind, a scarlet gun head puncturing Turing's lungs and shooting out from the chest, propelling her high up into the sky.

Crashing heavily onto the ground, Turing rolled over a few times in a pathetic state. She barely propped herself up, one hand supporting the floor, the other covering her chest.

【Think quickly... There must be a solution within the information I obtained...】

【What, exactly, could it be?】

Turing coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the decayed sweet smell surged up from her throat incessantly.

"That was just a greeting."

"Now you're in danger of dying."

Gabriel extinguished the flames on the tip of her lance, adopting a fierce posture, her long spear pointing directly at Turing's heart.

【How did she extinguish the flames? Did she make me lower my guard?】

Turing stared intently at Gabriel, detecting a subtle, almost imperceptible expression of caution on her face.

【No, she's afraid of igniting my blood.】

【My blood is inherently similar to that of an angel, both highly flammable.】

【Speaking of which, didn't Raphael say something related to this? What was it again?】

"Here it comes." With a call from Gabriel, her right foot stepped forward forcefully, a resounding sonic boom filled the air, and the speeding spear tip flashed like a black eyebrowed bird, swiftly darting towards Turing's heart.

The excessively fast movement left no room for Turing to react, she could only manage to release a mud shield to protect the position of her heart.

As she watched Gabriel showing no sign of changing her attack, still aiming for her heart, Turing suddenly felt confused.

【Isn't she planning on releasing the flames? And not even changing the direction?】

【Even if your magic is fast and powerful, it shouldn't pass through my defense so easily.】

Gabriel's face turned cold, as if she had been influenced by Turing. Her movements gradually became like the dirt in a soap pool, gradually dissipating under the accumulation of bubbles.

In its place, Gabriel wielded a fiery lance, slightly slower and changed direction.

"She removed dropback herself? Why!?" Turing instinctively reached out her arm, using her Mage Barrier and Mage Hand to protect her abdomen, but Gabriel's lance pierced through them all.

Turing felt a wrenching pain as if her abdominal cavity was being twisted by a pair of iron pliers. The excruciating pain spread through her chest along her vagus nerve. Turing's pupils trembled violently, almost losing consciousness.

--But even so, Turing still held onto Gabriel's lance tightly with her Mage Hand. The flames of revelry and Turing's blood merged together, as if on the brink of birthing a great disaster.

Gabriel had no choice but to extinguish the flames.

"It seems she is afraid, though I don't know why she would be afraid of an explosion of this magnitude."

"Oh, I remember now. Right after this scene, wasn't Raphael hinting at how to defeat her?"

"Something about blood... I think."

While Turing was carefully trying to recall, a strong sense of loss, as if forgetting something, suddenly hit her brain cortex, causing Turing to pause unintentionally.

Turing blinked in discomfort, only to find Gabriel's ferocious upperkick almost landing on her face. Just from the waves caused by the kick, Turing had no doubt that one more hit and she would fall into unconsciousness.

Turing had no choice but to release Gabriel and desperately step back.

Before she could retreat a few paces, Gabriel assumed the stance for dropback. Turing knew that it meant Gabriel was ready to strike.

But just as Gabriel was about to attack, a flash of intense horror passed through her eyes, causing her attack to falter.

The blood in Turing's body boiled like hot oil in a pot, spraying out like a raging tide. Rings of blood formed an aura around Turing, nearly enclosing her completely.

This was clearly a programming magic, controlling the path of her blood. It was similar to what Turing had used when fighting Raphael before.

For the first time outside the McNewdeau house, Gabriel caught a whiff of the fragrance of wormwood.

A black stone sword made of mud appeared dazzlingly in Turing's hand. Turing tugged at the corner of her mouth, forcing a bitter smile.

"As for weapons... I also consider myself quite skilled."

"Shall we exchange a few moves... McNewdeau's Mistress?"

"..." Gabriel extinguished the flames on the tip of her lance, her gaze growing more sinister. The way she looked at Turing was like looking at a corpse.

"She has dropback, so it's unlikely that I will hit her."

"But by reducing the space between us with my blood, the outcome will be completely different."

【I am not afraid of getting hurt... but she is afraid to break free from her defensive dropback.】

【Hmm? Could this mean that her defense has actually been compromised a long time ago?】

【I see, no wonder Pushkin said she was old.】

【Her magic is actually insufficient to sustain a prolonged defense, and her body is as fragile as an ordinary woman...】

A swift attack came, Gabriel's flameless spear struck Turing's sword, but was deflected.

For the first time, Turing successfully defended herself against Gabriel's unstoppable attack.

Ugh!

Another dull sound, Turing once again pushed Gabriel's spearhead to the side, and fiercely stepped on it, using the spear's body to deliver a powerful kick towards Gabriel.

With a grim expression, Gabriel gave up the pursuit and swiftly moved out of Turing's attacking range.

Gabriel understood that it was useless to compete in injuries with Turing at this point. An angel may not die even if stabbed a hundred times, but a human would face death with just one fatal wound.

However, what shook her was that Turing, a teenager with blond hair, was almost on par with her, a master of spear techniques who had been practicing for nearly fifty years. This made her attack a bit less composed.

After another two moves, Turing made a fierce strike, shaking Gabriel several meters away and giving both sides a moment to catch their breath.