Chapter 176: Chapter 172 - Evening The Odds

Flynn prided himself on rationality.

He was always the type to believe that most situations, no matter how dire, should have a solution.

And he believed that if there was no solution, then the odds simply needed to be tipped in his favor.

"[Telekinetic Series: Force Field]"

-Fuaaammm-!

Noticing the sudden spell the youth casted, Rigurd couldn't help but speak;

"A futile attempt"

His walls of onyx flame were mere inches from consuming the two youths and burning them to ashes in a few seconds.

Added to that, it seemed like both had already realized their inability to cast any spell or weapon art, further making Rigurd's words definitive.

However, when the Obelisk Arm realized that the translucent aquamarine barrier the youth had casted, not only persisted but seemed completely stable, his stone-cold expression broke, and a frown replaced it.