Clang!
Chen Lun's silver staff clashed harshly against a piece of white bone, producing the clear ringing only a metal collision could elicit.
Lafa gently lifted his left arm, the outer side of his palm, where a layer of sharp bone fragments had appeared at some point, was now firmly blocking the silver staff.
"A magician with such strength... it's becoming more and more surprising to me,"
Lafa said slowly and deliberately.
Chen Lun didn't speak, his face set cold as he kicked out, and with a boom, the air itself seemed to shatter.
A ring of airwaves visible to the naked eye dispersed.
Lafa's chest was instantaneously covered by a layer of white bone, like a breastplate, preventing the kick from injuring him, or even pushing him back a step.
On his slender, white hands, ablaze with a black and purple Moonshine Fire, he reached for Chen Lun's ankle.
Chen Lun used the counterforce of his kick to perform a backward somersault, dodging the grasp.
