Boom!
With a deafening rumble, Jacob struck again, and a huge gulf appeared beside Bruce. Clouds of dust rose, obscuring Bruce within.
Jacob landed on the ground slowly. Sweat trickled down his forehead and dropped to the ground before evaporating.
The last strike had used up Jacob's spiritual energy, so much so that he could no longer swing his blade.
Slowly, the dust settled and revealed Bruce's figure. He was still alive, as Jacob didn't take his life.
Despite having survived the ordeal, Bruce was wounded by the powerful arcs. His clothes were tattered, just like Jacob's.
"A-Aren't you going to kill me?"
Bruce stared at Jacob in shock. The latter's strike was capable enough to shatter him into pieces, let alone kill him.
However, Jacob had spared his life, as the arcs had only struck the land around him. Nevertheless, he was badly wounded.
