The man lifted Kyran with his right hand. On his left, a light-brown magic array appeared and circled on his fist.
"For the Conclave!"
Suddenly.
"Humph," Kyran sneered.
Focusing the Regis's body tempering technique on both his legs, Kyran hooked his good arm on the man's forearm and hoisted his body, and then he simultaneously aimed his left leg at the man's temple.
"Wha-guh!"
Because the man believed he had overpowered Kyran, he could not react in time and was hit.
He tilted to the side, and his grip on Kyran's head loosened.
Kyran took this opportunity and climbed the man's forearm. His broken arm protested under his weight, but he held his breath and ignored the pain as he rotated in midair, then delivered a dropkick on the man's head.
