Competition Ground, Capital.
Nathan grumbled in pain as he held his face. The punch really had hit him hard. But he just spit the blood out before looking towards Wilson as he picked his bow up and got back onto his feet.
To be honest, Wilson's attitude has annoyed him as well. It seemed there was really a need to determine a winner between them to settle this feud.
"Crackle!"
Threads of lightning sizzled around Wilson and the next moment, he rushed in. His speed had considerably fallen due to his injuries and so had his strength.
Nathan on the other hand moved in as well and he was no better than Wilson but the guy used his bow as a blunt weapon and smashed it towards his unarmed opponent.
Wilson immediately stopped and pulled his head back barely avoiding being smacked by the bow to his face.
It would have definitely hurt like hell if he got hit with that thing in his face.