176 Age of the Pinnacle 2

Garen was still in his normal state. When Palosa’s initial attack hit him, he already understood the destructibility of it. It was strong, but Garen would still be fine without transforming.

Using his minimum power to fight the Holy Fist was one of his wishes before he departed to hone his skills.

Strike by strike, Palosa’s palm pressed on his torso. As Garen observed his fighting style, he noticed something.

Every time Palosa did a straight palm strike, he would push it upward slightly, his fist would be slightly crooked, that was so it would fit the way he uses his power. However, this would leave him with a slight opening beneath his palm.

Garen squinted, using conserving his full power waiting for the moment to counter his attack.

"Give up!" Palosa charged to the side and raised his arm, before striking the incoming Garen.

"There’s my chance!" Garen flipped aside mid-air and whipped his right arm toward Palosa’s underarm.