Bam!
"Kuhak!"
Chester received a solid kick in his solar plexus that threw him away for a few meters. Being a Mage means he didn't train his physique much, so he could only let his body helplessly roll on the ground.
When his body stopped rolling, he righted himself up, and immediately writhed in pain as it was hard for him to breathe. Still, with gritted teeth, he glared at Charles murderously and delivered Charles another Spell he had quick cast.
Boom!
"Hmph! What is that pathetic attempt?" Charles scoffed disdainfully after he swatted Chester's Spell with one of the ten ethereal black hands. "I admire your tenacity however, since you still don't lose your fighting spirit despite knowing our gap."
"One's amount of Magic Circles doesn't equal to one's competence." Chester stood from the ground while clutching his stomach. "My most brilliant student said that to me once."
