Chapitre 157: Spar [3]

"Come!"

"Tsk," Lucas clicked his tongue while clutching the spear in his hand tighter.

As soon as Leo took his stance, Lucas instinctively understood that he had no chance of defeating him.

It was a stance that spoke of a man who had endured numerous life-and-death struggles and emerged triumphant from each one.

The man known as the God of Battlefield.

But it doesn't matter. 

Lucas never had any intention of winning anyway. He just needs to get through this little sparring session, and that's all.

But still, what should he do? 

Leo asked him to come at him, but Lucas could not spot a single opening in his stance. It was simply too perfect.

So should he wait?

'No,' he thought. 'Instead of giving him a chance to come at me, I'll take the battle to him!'

Fwoosh—!!

With the thought of taking the lead in mind, Lucas willed mana into his legs and lunged forward at his opponent.

Tak—