Now that Ahtal had to fight multiple battles consecutively, he couldn't use the Sword of Light as casually as before.
Exactly.
It should have been like this.
Light, passing through.
Heracles, swinging his fist, revealed a helpless smile as his body was engulfed in light; he hadn't expected Ahtal to be so decisive.
"..." Xi Mu glanced sideways at the clone beside him disappearing into a mist of light; he could still use the Sword of Light once more to quickly eliminate the enemy.
"Who's next?"
"Relying on the power of the Sword of Light to win, isn't that a bit dull?" a golden-haired elf lightly tossed her long hair, her emerald eyes reflecting Ahtal's appearance, "A duel is a place for competing in wisdom, skill, and ability."
