'Looks like holding back is no longer possible,' Lux sighed internally as he looked at the four-meter tall flying tiger that was eyeing him with a ferocious gaze. Clearly, he had pushed Einar to the edge, after having his balls crushed by him.
He was very tempted to drink a healing potion, but potions were no longer allowed for use in this stage of the tournament. They were only allowed to use them after the battle was over, or get one of the clerics to heal their injuries.
Just like Einar, Lux didn't think that he would be showing his trump cards so early in the tournament. Even so, he was up against one of the Four Kings, who stood above all the other geniuses in the current generation.
Lux simply had no choice but to fight with everything he had for a chance to advance in the tournament.
'I only have one shot at this,' Lux forcefully swallowed the blood that was rising in his throat, as he stood up to prepare for one final attack.