Chapitre 90: One Last Shot

Arvell ducked as a ball of acid flew over his head, barely clipping his ear.

'Not being able to manipulate time is a pain.'

He jumped to the left as a ball of acid came dangerously close to hitting his hand.

The same hand in which was holding the flaming stick.

Beads of sweat formed on Arvell's neck as he breathed a sigh of relief at the close shave.

While he looked like he was desperately trying to survive, inwardly, he was delighted.

Being able to fight to the level where a single misstep would spell out his untimely end…

These kinds of situations were the most fun!

After all, these would push him to his max, allowing him even to surpass his limits.

Surviving these kinds of fights would make him incomparably stronger than before.

After all, only through pressure would diamonds form.

How would he become strong enough to get revenge without even this much pressure?