Bab 468: Wielder of The Demonic Flame (6)

With a quick and impressive display of narrow footwork and optical judgment, I slipped inside of his guard, taking him aback. It was clear he was expecting some normal mage who was nothing without their mana, yet I had somebody who made my weakness very apparent and somebody who helped me train to my utmost limit. 

The man clicked his tongue, attempting to take a few steps back in order to widen the gap between us. To him, it was most likely the best move that he could think of, but to me I expected something much different, allowing me to notice that I had overestimated this man.

My that hands had come to my diaphragm in order to protect me from a knee to the solar plexus, quickly heightened up to my head. I took another series of quick steps inward, forcing the man to throw a sloppy punch that I quickly deflected. This opened up a massive hole in his guard that I slipped into.