"Bang!"
Lear's fist landed on Arnold's face but it had clearly slowed down after Lear heard those words. After all, one would flinch when put in a sudden state of shock.
On the other hand, Arnold's boiling fist landed on Lear's chest burning his shirt through as the sizzling sound of skin burning originate from the point of contact.
A smile leaked out on Arnold's face as he saw Lear's face fall low and blood spill out of his mouth. It seemed that he had passed out of the pain.
It was his win!
"Grip!"
"Hmmn?" Arnold was suddenly startled when he felt a tight grip on his hand. He immediately looked towards it and the next instant his eyes diluted when he saw Lear grabbing his boiling arm covered in lava with bare hands without any care of the burns.
"Is this your doing…" A calm voice escaped from Lear's mouth and when Arnold shifted his eyes towards Lear, he saw death staring at him.