Ten minutes later...
"No! Stop!"
"Enough, please!"
"S-Stop! We give up!" the old man with a long white beard said. His body was punctured with several tiny holes because of the barrage of <Piercing Rain Blades> that Arkhen released from his dragon blade.
Every single one of them was injured badly, and none of them could even put a scratch on Arkhen.
"You all have some energies left, right? Attack me, I want to test one more power," Arkhen said with a grin.
Those 25 powerhouses revealed helpless expressions.
"Can we heal ourselves first?… Please?"
"Alright, heal yourselves," Arkhen nodded.
Many of them had a healing-type skill, and two of them had a healing-type superpower, so after spending their energies, they moderately healed themselves.
"We don't have much energy left. We can only release our powers once at most," the white-bearded old man said.
"It's fine. Do it," Arkhen said as he stretched his hand forward and activated a superpower he had yet to use.
Mayhem Field!