The moment the illusionary figure commenced the battle, Carcel dashed towards Kyle, who stood at the far end of the hovering stage. The silver-haired man keenly eyed his speed for a split second and promptly synchronized his own movements to match Carcel's pace.
Kyle glanced at the gleaming tip of the ordinary-looking yet powerful blue spear wielded by the man opposite him as the latter swung it towards him, prompting Kyle to deftly maneuvered his spear to deflect the impending attack.
Immediately, a sharp metallic clang reverberated through the air, accompanied by a thunderous roar as sparks of fire and electricity lit up the stage when Carcel's spear connected with Kyle's.
The golden-haired man' eyes widened when he saw Kyle holding his spear with just one hand. Carcel's expression hardened as their gazes locked, with Kyle's faint words of praise reaching his ears.
"Not bad..."
