Taking advantage of the momentum, Evan came within ten meters of Charles.
"Damn it..."
He calculated the time; only half a minute, or thirty seconds, had passed since the battle began. If he were to be defeated now, it would be worse than the onlookers had guessed.
Charles has to struggle.
Rune of Strength, Rune of Protection, Rune of Fortitude...
Different runes appeared one after another on the Shield of the Wise, all with the same goal: to strengthen the defense and give Charles a chance to withstand this wave of attacks.
He stopped completely, no longer retreating, and stood firm, placing the Shield of the Wise in front of him in a defensive stance.
"Hold on, we have to hold on! If we can block Evan's attack, I can use the momentum to retreat and dodge, buying myself some more time. I can't fall before fifty seconds are up!"
Charles roared inwardly, but he seemed unaware that his current goal was quite different from his initial one.
The moment he prepared his defense, Evan's attack came.
Is it the Dawn Spear?
No, no, Charles discovered that the special mental weapon, the Dawn Spear, had somehow appeared in Evan's left hand, and his friend was now launching an attack with his right fist clenched.
"Just a physical attack? If you want me to not lose so quickly, give me some face, okay? Thanks, bro."
Charles wasn't entirely confident he could block the gun, but a fist? That was a piece of cake, wasn't it?
Among the onlookers, only John and Vilia tacitly closed their eyes at that moment.
As someone who has sparred with Evan before, this scene is somewhat familiar, so familiar that my body subconsciously exerts force.
They felt that the following scenes might be quite brutal, so it was better not to watch them.
"tread……"
Evan stopped less than a meter in front of Charles, his fist still moving forward.
Speed, power, and the support provided by the ground.
All of this comes together in one punch.
Without using the power of inner fire to fuel the burst, this punch was purely a combination of numerical values and technique.
"call……"
The fist loomed larger and larger before his eyes, and even before it touched his body, the air currents were already ruffling Charles's hair.
"Huh?"
Make up the difference!
He felt he might have made a mistake, but it was too late now.
"bump……"
Fists and shields clashed, a battle of bare hands versus weapons, yet the well-prepared Charles found himself at a disadvantage.
It's unstoppable, no matter how you try, it's unstoppable.
With his hands behind the shield, resistance was futile. He was like a man who had stumbled upon a stroke of good fortune on a national highway, flying up without any power to resist and spinning in mid-air.
"bump……"
He landed several dozen meters away, and although he was mostly unharmed, he was completely exhausted.
Evan slowly withdrew his fist.
What kind of defense? I thought it was a speed bump.
"Everyone, the sparring is over. I have won."
"..."
No one spoke; they were all stunned by Evan's overwhelming power and didn't know what to say for a moment.
The figure standing in the middle of the field, the one bathed in light, was magnified infinitely in their eyes.
"I think I saw a god..."
Holding the Dawn Spear, Evan could feel a force surging in from all directions, converging into his mental armor.
"Just as planned, it's time to move on to the next step."
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