Sweat trickled down Regis's forehead as he thought, 'To think this monster can already use aura arts...!'
He was racking his brain for any way out while defending against the unceasing attacks directed towards him.
Despite the confidence radiating from him, he knew that underestimating his opponent, especially in his current situation, would be a fatal mistake.
The reason Regis behaved the way he did was simple.
He believed that winning the battle of wills meant winning half the battle itself.
On the other side, the abomination was also in deep thoughts as it kept attacking, 'This human is strange. Too strange! He can match me in a contest of strength despite being a Grand Magician! Since when did humans start producing monsters like this?!'
'What's even more shocking is that no matter how badly I wound this boy, his injuries vanish before they can even linger for a moment!'
The frustration festering within the abomination was finally beginning to erode its fighting spirit.
