Neron Vs Kissel [Pt 2]

Neron was weaker than Kissel.

He knew that very well.

The man had three Blood Stones, and his knowledge in Magic was most definitely higher than a mere twelve-year-old.

However, the reason Neron had chosen not to escape wasn't merely due to blind rage or an irrational desire to fight.

'It's because I know I can win.' He flashed a fearless smile as a brilliant glint appeared in his eyes.

"I don't know what you're up to, but you're going to regret not escaping when you had the chance.

~VWUUUUUSSSHHH!~

A powerful vortex swirled around Kissel, and brilliant red energy began to get mixed in with the win.

They felt like tiny gems—raindrops of blood—suspended in the air all around him.

"There's not much time left, so I'll have to get a lot tougher.

~PSHU!~

Several of the crimson drops charged at Neron at that very instant, like bullets that could rip through anything they touched.