113 Saving Grace

"And… Fight!" Alrok shot forward like a missile towards Howard with his palm extended outwards. His body shimmered brightly before a terrifying energy manifested out of his hands.

He shot his right hand forward at well past the speed of sound and sent out a sonic boom from his fist. 

Howard, who was still a dozen meters from him slid back in shock. He never imagined that a Mocralin could have a long distance attack, but quickly learned his lesson. 

Alrok snaked his hand forward dozens of times before sharp wind blades emitted from his palm and struck towards Howard's small frame. Howard could only cross his arms and watch pieces of his white shirt get shredded over and over again. However, he still couldn't figure out why Alrok seemed to be biding his time. Wasn't he the one with the time limit?