"I can see it now. The Shield of the Wise, given its name and its performance just now."
I guess you can inscribe your known rune projections onto it and switch between them flexibly, right?
As for the specific principles, is it mind projection? Knowledge replication, or a similar ability?
Evan had seen through everything. Objectively speaking, he felt that the mental armor was perfect for Charles.
The shield of mental armor is much stronger than a book, allows for more flexible use of runic power, and eliminates concerns about damage to the carrier.
With this level of defense, Evan dares to say that even if an attack leaves Charles himself bruised and battered, or even with bruises all over his body, the shield might remain completely intact.
"That's enough, buddy, that's enough. Are you even human at this analysis speed?"
Charles had originally intended to keep Evan in suspense, hoping that Evan would eventually ask him out of curiosity.
Unexpectedly, there was no chance at all; Evan directly told the truth, greatly diminishing his sense of accomplishment.
"Why did it turn out like this? This is the first time I've received mental armor, and the first time I've optimized my rune combat tactics."
Two things that should have been happy have turned out like this?
"Alright, alright, you're already pretty good. Now that you have new equipment, how about we have another spar?"
Evan extended an invitation: a sparring session that could help his friend quickly master the power.
Well, it's definitely not that no one in the settlement is his match, and he's looking for a suitable punching bag.
"Of course! We have to have a friendly spar. I feel like I can do anything right now!"
Charles couldn't wait any longer; after all, the mental weapon he possessed was just too perfect for him.
If they weren't still on the street, and if he weren't mindful of his mature and composed image as a scholar, Charles might have just shouted at the sky:
"I have everything I need now!"
If others were to comment on his mood, it would be like the rain had stopped, the sun had come out, and Charles felt like he was back to normal.
John, watching his performance from a short distance away, also saw the excitement in Evan's eyes and silently mourned for this ignorant and confident young man for a second.
"Poor child, he has no idea what he is about to face."
Half an hour later, in a training ground used by the Home Guards, Evan, holding the Dawn Spear, stood about fifty meters away from Charles.
On the outside, warriors from two settlements gathered together, waiting for the great battle to begin.
"Hey everyone, how long do you think Charles will hold out against Evan this time?"
"It's hard to say. The fastest time so far seems to be fifty seconds, right? I'd guess it'll be forty-five seconds this time."
"I think we should be conservative and go for 48 seconds."
As the soldiers were arguing, another voice interrupted their conversation.
"No, buddy, I won't even mention you, Max, you're on our side, can't you have a little faith in Charles?"
"Then tell me, what should the result be?"
"Hmm, I think Charles can last forty-nine seconds."
This answer lightened the mood in their area, except for the person involved, who had a different opinion.
"No, why are all your guesses based on the premise that I can't win?"
Can you give me a little confidence? Can you hope I win a game? Please?
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