The white-haired man rushed forward, going directly towards Clay. He charged that large sword above his head, preparing a huge swing.
Clay knew that there was something wrong with that attack. It wasn't as simple as it seemed.
'For someone to rely so much on his physical strength to the point of doing such an exaggerate and reckless move, he must be going with his full power against me!'
That thought crossed his head in one second, making his legs react. He leaped backward, retreating as much as possible.
Of course, the ambassador's blow didn't catch him but struck the ground with such power that it began to crack and crumble down.
Even after leaping backward, Clay needed to continue running not to get caught by that earthquake.
Without losing time, the white-haired man put both palms on the ground. A flash of light instantly appeared, causing an explosion below his hands that fastened the destruction of that place.
