[Bonus chapter thanks to Chronotitan <3]
Zolte skidded across the ground, his eyes widening as he felt the waves of danger hit him akin to uppercuts to the gut.
When he finally laid eyes on the enormous lance coming toward him, he couldn't believe it. How could an F-tier possibly display this kind of might?
'Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!' he roared in his mind.
He wasn't supposed to use his real strength in this battle. He was supposed to be a member of the Bat Lineage, and so long as he remained within certain parameters, they could pretend as though Sylas had just been too weak to force him to use his Bat Lineage Armor.
But if he did nothing now, he would just end up dying, and that wouldn't be worth it at all.
He knew that this battle was being secretly recorded by Byahmad. Even if he managed to squeak out a victory, it wouldn't be worth it.
