I watched Garon charge straight at me, his fists hardening until they became tougher than metal.
I chose to abandon my swords. Those low-quality blades wouldn't even be able to scratch him, and even if I coated them with essence, it wouldn't change much… they would probably shatter after a few exchanges.
Essence flowed through my body as the smile faded from my face.
Still, he had gone through all this trouble to look for me inside this maze…
In truth, he had challenged me to fights many times before, but I had either refused or simply ignored him.
I suppose that blow I landed on him during the exam wounded his pride deeply. Then things only got worse after his loss to Elliot.
So, it seemed he had decided to vent all that frustration on me.
"I need to end this quickly and keep moving."
As I thought that, a thin layer of essence formed over my left fist—and at the same moment, Garon reached me.
With an enraged roar, he swung his massive fist at me with insane force.
