Seven Moon Gate 2

Two days passed by in a glimpse.

Finally.

Dang!

An iron ball with a spike smashed against the side of Garen’s face. However, the crisp metal clanking noise made it sound like the ball collided against a piece of indestructible metal.

Joy flashed across Garen’s eyes as he forced his way out through the waves of iron balls.

"I’ll have to trouble you for a bit."

Collin stood courteously at the corner of the room with a black metal spear in his hand. The spear was as thick as a person’s arm and as long as three metal spears, its tip piercingly sharp.

"Let Grace go first," Collin said, nodding.

"That works too." Garen didn’t seem to be bothered.

The two of them walked out of the practice room and into the empty Martial Coliseum.

Grace was waiting in the middle of the room. She had an assault rifle in her hand. After Garen came out, she looked worried. "Garen, are you sure this is okay?"