After a long hour, Kyle paused at the opposite end of the stage as a surge of energy erupted around the silver spear in his hand. He glanced at the panting man across from him.
Carcel clicked his tongue and wiped his sweaty forehead with his sleeve. He was a bit annoyed that even after pushing himself to his limits to fight the man opposite him, the latter didn't even break a sweat, not to mention, his pristine white shirt remained immaculate.
"That's not fair at all... what on earth did you consume to gain such immense power in just a few years. I also underwent intense training in the Sacred Divine Land, so why is the gap between us now so vast?"
He muttered quietly under his breath and straightened his body only to speechlessly gaze at the three familiar figures clustered outside the hovering stage. They were none other than Alec, Nine, and Regius.
