Blood splattered everywhere as Vincent pressed Wesley's face to the stone platform using his right foot.
Vincent looked at the young man's back as cold sweat rolls down on his face.
Although he still has a last line of defense, he shivered at the thought of directly receiving that final soul attack. If it wasn't stopped by two of his +10 talismans, his Soul would surely be damaged.
If he was lucky, his rank as an Aura Knight might just drop, or in the worst case, he would've died.
'If it wasn't me who was at the receiving end, there was no way they would've survived that unscathed.'
Vincent thought as he knows that most of the participants don't have strong souls or talismans that could negate such an attack.
The soul attack was too vicious and there was no way the referee can stop that.
Only Aura Knights would have the chance of doing so if they do not have the right magic tool…
Vincent sighed as he sheathed his dagger.
