Garan drank another bottle of mana potion as he conjured razor-sharp blades of ice around him.
Silas, with a charismatic smirk, manifested dancing flames that flickered with the intensity of his prowess.
Garan propelled a barrage of icy shards towards Silas. The redhead however weaved between projecties, electric sparks dancing along his skin. He then sent an electric shock directed to Garan, but it was once again attracted by the metal rod in the ground.
It wasn’t that Silas had never fought against metal users before. It was just that they never used it so skillfully to affect his attacks at all.
One of the reasons for this is that metal users could only manifest pure iron, which had too many impurities to be effective conductors. Garan’s was a combination of steel and some aluminum, which was a great conductor of electricity.
Taking advantage of the enemy’s pause, Garan lowered the temperature around him, and the ground slowly turned to ice in an attempt to destabilize the enemy.
Silas immediately conjured flames that melted the ice, sizzling steam bathing the two dashing men.
Garan donned an icy armor and lunged at Silas—at an impressive speed—but Silas wreathed in electric flames countered with a surge of raw power.
The collision sent shockwaves in all directions, distracting the other fights as well.
For a while, a symphony of ice and metal meeting fire and electricity abounded. It created wave after wave of impact and the fights around paused for a bit to watch them.
Foo and the others stared in disbelief. While they knew the captain wasn’t giving it his all, it was still very rare to see him get so into a fight.
Soon, Garan ran out of mana and he started to depend on his techniques and physiques to fight him. To his team’s surprise, Silas also dispersed his elements, joining him in a hand-on-hand fight.
Silas’ red eyes sharpened at his techniques, unseen and unheard of even by someone of his background. He avoided most of them, but he couldn’t help but feel impressed at the intricacies of it all.
He took down Garan many times by virtue of raw strength, but the ebony-haired man stood up every single time. Silas also noticed the man’s hit rates were increasing, and he could feel a few bruises had formed on his body.
During this time, the other fights had also resumed, courtesy of some Terran soldiers who wanted to take advantage of the enemy distraction to hit a few more shots.
Suddenly, Garan attacked at a weird angle and Silas wanted to mock him only to realize it hit Sin behind him, who was about to attack another one of his teammates.
This was interesting because Sin had his technique activated, and yet the attack stuck. One must know that Sin had fought an orc before, and this guy did just about the same amount of damage. Even if the orc was lower in level, who didn’t know they had much stronger physiques than humans and were comparable to beasts? frёewebηovel.cѳm
As he continued to fight Garan, Sin couldn’t help but observe them more, albeit only half of them remained standing. He saw them protecting each other when they were in danger themselves.
Another quarter of an hour later, only Garan (and the woman, who was well protected by quite a few men) was standing upright, and his people were all injured in various degrees.
Silas smiled and his arms raised and Garan shivered a bit at the aura that surrounded him. "I learned a lot from you today. So let me show you one of my family’s secret skills."
It was very quick and Garan had no time to dodge.
Bang!
The next thing he knew he was already thrown against the tree, unable to get up for a short time. His body was still shivering, as if instinctively afraid, and it felt incredibly bad.
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