Delkan’s Rank, Being Humiliated

A startling bang resounded as two figures were fighting a fierce battle like no other, their bodies shifting through the haze as they moved at speeds well over 100 km/h.

Both fighters used a polearm to trust at each other from a distance repeatedly, the sharp-pointed tips much like that of a spear sending sparks about as they clashed against each other point for point.

With every blow of the polearms, a wave of energy would scatter from that collision as metallic noises sounded, sending small ripples about the entire battle ring. Suddenly, both individual's polearm shone as they clashed against each other once more, creating an explosion.

The force of this explosion pushed both backward by the same distance as only one of them had a look of discomfort.

"Tch, I'm not finished yet! I have one more technique!" Delkan shouted as he spat out the blood that welled up in his throat and drew back his arm that held the polearm's handle.