Ambrose let out steam from his muscular body, which made the entire room foggy and hazy. In the same moment, his muscles reduced in size, and his skin color turned normal from the previous fiery red.
"Whoo…" He breathed out steam like a steam machine and felt his stamina recover at astonishing speed.
In ordinary circumstances, using two skills simultaneously would drain the stamina at incredible speed, but that wasn't a problem for Ambrose, as he could recover his stamina indefinitely.
Ding.
The metallic gate again reappeared to separate the room in half, and the countdown clock was reset. It started to tick down from thirty seconds once again.
Foxbreath looked stunned.
"How can he block my attack with just his body? It felt like I attacked a humanoid statue made out of steel, but it felt like his body was even stronger than steel!"
"No problem, bro." Penguinstrike and again enveloped them behind the Shield of the Dying Dreams.