Crack!
Gio heard his left arm snapping backwards. The searing pain shot up his shoulder and burned his collarbone like he had submerged it in freezing cold water.
The virtual net followed his momentum. With the sacrifice of an arm, he repelled the Old Duke's force directly back at him.
The winds whipped wildly. The Old Duke raised his arms over his face with widened, his clothes flapping and tearing apart.
He saw what happened to Gio, but that didn't make him any less surprised.
A random grunt was able to redirect his energy?
What kind of nonsense was that?
Indirectly, Gio caused a minor mental impact that bought him several seconds of time.
His steps weren't as grounded as they used to be. He had to stumble to a start if he wanted to move any real amount.
However, he forced himself to move.
"Kuagh…!"
He grunted strangely and summoned his energy, blasting forward.
Voom!
