The Last Resistance
"Hmph!"
"Old Man Guardian Elder Smith..."
"Enough nonsense."
Though blood stained his robes and his injuries were severe, Gideon's fighting spirit flared once more.
"Let's fight!"
"Let me see..."
"How much you've improved over the years."
The old rivals faced each other across the ruined battlefield.
From their youth until this very day, they had competed against one another countless times. Decades had passed, their black hair had turned gray, yet neither had ever truly accepted defeat.
Unfortunately for Gideon...
The palm Leon had struck moments earlier had nearly shattered his internal organs. His Mana flowed chaotically through his meridians, and every breath sent waves of pain through his body.
Facing Guardian Elder Smith in such a condition...
It was nothing more than wishful thinking.
Guardian Elder Smith sighed softly.
"You still haven't changed."
"You've always been this stubborn."
