*BOOM*
A shockwave erupted the moment Motavu's punch and Ilyon's sword collided, causing more and more dust to engulf the surrounding.
But both of these people couldn't care less as Ilyon takes a step back while Motavu takes ten steps.
In the face of such an outcome, Ilyon's scowl only seemed to grow thicker while Motavu's face manifested a large grin with large beads of sweat all over his head as he spoke with a tone laced with mockery.
"You must be really surprised right now eh? But there's more to come"
Without giving Ilyon time to think, Motavu lunged at him as his fist moved at fast speeds, targeting different areas.
Ilyon, who had brazenly gone on the offensive, was now defending, deflecting and dodging. His mind was currently in turmoil as he tried to understand.
'How?!'
How was he, the guild leader of a C-rank guild branch, being pushed back by the vice leader of a D-rank guild?
It didn't make sense! Ilyon refused to believe it.
