บท 132: A Lost Battle

Jeremy leaped at Styrmir again and the collisions of Jeremy's first and Strymir's palms began.

 Every time they touched each other, the walls broke and the floor was shattered. The gust of wind was so strong they were shaving the walls beside them.

"Just what the hell is wrong with this boy! He doesn't chant! But I could feel the mana-raged winds!" Jeremy's crystal exoskeleton was shattering into bits.

Jeremy took some great damage, his fist was almost grinded by Styrmir winds, but Styrmir wasn't also all well, his palm was bleeding, and he had several cuts on his body.

"Well well, this is what we call weaklings!" Jeremy smirked, and suddenly his muscles started bulging again, 

"Shall we end this now brat?!" Jeremy spread his arms, with his chest wide open, 

"Now come on! Give us your best! Either kill us in that one shot or be prepared to after!" 

'Has this guy gone insane?  He is underestimating me too much! But it's true, my attacks are taking a toll on me now!'