"Scales of The Hollow Tyrant" amplifies my physical prowess and my magical abilities, and gives me an adaptive defense. I've never lost when using it–that's why I try to avoid it, as it's pretty boring. But, I'm done with that childish crap, he thought.
As he continued a flurry of attacks, Vainglory kept his eyes on each fist that came his way, blocking against them as each impact resulted in a deafening shock wave.
Vainglory attempted to counter with his own, colossal blows that carved through the field, but his own speed far surpassed the man's attacks.
This speed–not just that, his strength is also amplified greatly, Vainglory thought.
"It's no surprise Sloth lost to you," Vainglory said, guarding the attacks with his fists.
Each time he connected a hit that was guarded against Vainglory's arms, it felt as if he was hitting impervious steel that made his own attacks chip at him, superficially, but still hurt him to some degree.
