Swish!
Mark sweated coldly when Rexorem passed over his nose. Such an instance was not the first time. He had had countless similar situations where he could lose his life if he had moved a little bit slower. His heart pounded so hard that his ears were filled with its beating sound. He was extremely frightened. Pessimistic thoughts filled his head—he wondered when he would die.
Somersaulting backwards, as his feet were in the air, he thrust his Holy Spear at Layland. The spear struck Rexorem in the centre of its blade, doing nothing to Layland—not even pushing him back. The Holy Spear was his strongest weapon. He didn't take it out until his Indigo Grade Sword was destroyed by Layland, which he had thought would be impossible. He had high hopes for it; therefore, seeing it do nothing, just like his sword did, irked him to no end.
