The lightning youth clicked his tongue and stopped retreating.
Instead of dodging the fourth jab, he grabbed the spear shaft with one hand—lightning bursting from his fingers.
The spear youth's eyes widened. He twisted immediately to free his weapon, but the lightning youth kicked forward, slamming his knee into the spear wielder's stomach.
A heavy thud echoed.
The spear youth skidded back, coughing once, but didn't fall. He spun his spear and reset his stance.
"Annoying," he muttered.
The lightning youth smirked. "Then keep up."
He rushed in, electricity trailing behind him like small shooting sparks. His punches weren't fancy—just straightforward, powerful hits backed by his Thunder Hawk's aura.
The spear youth blocked the first few with the shaft, but each hit rattled his arms.
He gritted his teeth.
Fine.
