"This…" The people couldn't help but gasp.
"Isn't Ragna kind of fighting pretty well?"
"Y-yeah. Maybe he is not as weak as we think he is?"
"No. He should have been worse. Did he join Libation Fiesta because they managed to transform him into this strong?"
The people were confused by the fight since his improvent was so big that it was hard to believe.
However, the situation in the arena was actually better than what was visible for Libation Fiesta.
Their injuries had caused Tarkan to slow down for a bit.
At the sa ti, Ragna's condition wasn't that different. He bit his lips. His arm was hit pretty badly, to the point where it was hard to actually hold his spear. Still, this was nothing compared to a Tier 4 beast's attack.
Ragna hurriedly waved his other hand, shaking Tarkan off his shield.
Tarkan jumped back while observing Ragna's condition. 'Are you serious? The injury on his forehead has closed up. I don't know about his stamina, but if I go for mutual destruction, I'll lose. In that case…'
Tarkan moved forward as Ragna did the sa.
He used his Beast Soul and punched Ragna's shield as the latter bashed him with all his strength.
Bam!
The impact caused a loud sound and produced a small shock wave. However, they were actually equal.
Ragna didn't get pushed back.
Tarkan gritted his teeth. "You're finally showing your true power, huh?"
"I will accompany you until you can't move your hands anymore." Ragna smirked, his confidence starting to build up.
"Then…" Tarkan let out a roar as he began punching the shield in rapid succession, each punch contained enough power to shatter those rock pillars.
However, Ragna continued blocking every single attack. His shield didn't flinch, even when it was attacked from an angle to knock it away.
"I'm not done yet!" Tarkan kept punching the shield, either trying to make Ragna's hand numb or knocking his shield away.
Ragna also felt so pain every ti Tarkan punched his shield. It showed how much force he used in every single punch. Still, he also noticed that the punching speed kept decreasing. If he continued to persist, Tarkan would definitely get exhausted first.
Clovis, who watched this battle from the screen, couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows. Even he would have a hard ti taking all those attacks. If he wanted to stop Tarkan, he would definitely overwhelm him with his speed so that Tarkan had no choice but to block his attacks.
Still, Tarkan was simply tiring himself. He couldn't help but say, "If you think that Ragna is that weak, then you will definitely lose."
Ragna received another ten punches before he noticed that Tarkan's speed had been reduced by a lot. His face had beco pale, as though he were short of breath.
Bang!
After taking another punch from Tarkan, Ragna hurriedly swung his shield to the side to open Tarkan's stance. Then he thrust his spear, trying to take him down with a single thrust. There was no way Tarkan could block this thrust.
'I got him,' thought Ragna as his spear was only a few centiters away from Tarkan's throat.
The people were shocked, but it wasn't because of Ragna's victory. It was because Ragna hadn't achieved that victory.
The one who was actually smiling right now was not Clovis, but Erwin.
After all, when Ragna opened Tarkan's stance, Tarkan couldn't use his hands to block the spear anymore. Sadly, it only restricted his hands, not his legs.
Yes, Tarkan actually used that stance to tilt his upper body back, which gave him more ti before that spear reached his neck. At the sa ti, he did it so that he could lift up his leg, moving it like a whip and kicking Ragna's head from the side.
Bam!
The kick actually produced a shock wave bigger than any of Tarkan's punches as Ragna was sent flying into the air.
Erwin grinned. "You don't know anything, Clovis. The reason why Tarkan is the second strongest person on my team is not because of his profound martial skills… it's his legs."
…
Seven years ago.
Erwin was walking down the corridor of the explorer school he attended. That was when he heard a series of banging sounds, which piqued his interest.
"Mhmm?" When Erwin took a look, he saw a young man punching a sandbag. Each strike contained a power that caused the sand bag to move back for a ter.
That was why Erwin actually approached him.
"Haa… Ha…" Tarkan was panting heavily after doing his training for more than two hours before he suddenly heard Erwin's voice from the side. "Why are you wasting your potential like that?"
"Huh?" Tarkan turned his head around, glaring at Erwin. "Aren't you Erwin? The one who has the SS rank potential as an Explorer? What are you doing here? Are you trying to look down on who only has B rank potential?"
Tarkan misunderstood his words as an insult.
However, Erwin simply made a grunted expression. "SS Rank potential, huh? It's high, but how dare they not give SSS rank potential? Screw them."
"Huh?" Tarkan's eyebrows twitched. To think that he would actually dislike his potential. "Are you trying to show off in front of ? The only one who has higher rank is only that Ail—"
Before he finished, Erwin snorted. "Yeah, yeah. I am the second. Second place is the first loser, I know!"
"What the hell?" Tarkan's annoyance turned into confusion.
"Anyway, you're wasting your potential. Since I'm the second, I want you to be the third. This way, you're going to be the second loser."
"What are you talking about? Are you insulting ?" Tarkan glared at him.
Erwin simply moved closer and started grabbing Tarkan's legs, feeling them.
"What? Are you gay?" Tarkan tried to pull back, but Erwin simply said, "As expected… Despite getting trained, your muscles stay flexible. Why are you fixated so much with those punches when you have such treasures…"
"Treasures?" Tarkan didn't understand what he was talking about.
"Tarkan. Be grateful that I will choose you as my friend. Co with , I'll show you the sight of the second loser."
Tarkan was annoyed at that ti as he had never seen anyone have such high self-esteem. But at the sa ti, he was actually interested in this self-conceited man.
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