Higlis violently coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. But, due to the fact he was facing the sky, he nearly choked on it all to death a moment later.
Rychard, who still had his rod brandished, couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, gazing at Leonel who was current looking at the now bladeless spear in his hand.
Leonel sighed and shook his head. He knew that this heavy spear of his was only at the Quasi Bronze level, but he hadn't expected for just a single blow to leave it in such a state. Luckily, it had lasted just long enough to leave Higlis in a state where he could obviously no longer battle, or else maybe he would have been on the losing end.
Higlis rolled his head to the side, continuing to cough. His blood, which should have pooled on the surface of the light road, was instantly purified, vanishing into thin air without even the slightest puff of smoke.
