บท 140: A Battle Without Maha Mana (1)

"For the way of the battle, I choose the fairest way. A duel without Maha mana." Arjamith's voice reverberated in the space. 

Wrik sucked in a cold breath. And he was not the only one. Lily, who was doing her job, was the same. The tall came to her senses before anyone. She sighed once and asked Wrik. 

"Does the challenger agree with it?" 

Wrik let out a breath self-consciously. "I do," he said. He did not know in which way it appeared a fair battle to Arjamith. The only thing Wrik was convinced, he was better than him was mana application but by the privilege, Arjamith crippled that. But there was no turning back now. Lily had already gambled her life on it, even not fully aware of his plan.