Four Pillars: Pulling All Stops

"Haah… haah… haah…"

Feeling incredibly out of breath, Valyr laid flat on the ground as he gasped for air. 

At the same time, he took a brief glance at the one who threw the attack at him, only for him inwardly let out a sigh soon after.

'Not even a bead of sweat,' muttered the young man to himself, his mind going through the memories of what had just transpired earlier.

With Daon making the first move, Valyr was left with no choice but to defend against the terror that someone in the middle levels of Rank 6 could unleash.

Having conjured almost all of his defensive skills beforehand, the young man felt confident that his skills would be able to handle all of them with ease, considering that his stats were considerably higher than a normal warrior at the peak of Rank 3.

Yet, contrary to his beliefs, all of his defensive skills did not even stand a chance against Daon's attack, toppling down like a house made out of sticks.