Lucen tightened his grip on the spear. He had never quite been this angry before. It was a new feeling, like a cloud of heat rolling across his head and limiting his ability to think.
He wanted to run Heimar through on his spear.
Heimar's force was undeniable. A Top-tier Knight was far superior to Mid-tier. His mana felt more potent and deadly, it even flowed with his anger, forming a monstrou, blue beast above his head.
If he was less mad with anger, Lucen would wonder why Heimar's mana took on such strange shapes.
A cursed saber formed in Heimar's hand. It was silver metal with a wicked curve and serrated edges on the short edge. The sword radiated a black greenish energy that disgusted Lucen.
[Serpent Call's]. He poured everything he had into it. He couldn't win a prolonged duel with Heimar, so he needed to surprise and kill him in one move. He casted [Stalker's Edge] to hide the mana buildup.
