Less than a minute.
The unspoken and unanticipated staring contest between Eren and Garos lasted less than a minute.
Yet it provided them both with the ti they needed to ready themselves for the impending battle.
In this brief interlude, Garos, with his Sage Rank, managed to recover significantly from his severe injuries. He had even succeeded in healing the once gaping neck wound Eren's attack had inflicted. What was previously a bloody injury had transford into a deep cut that was slowly but surely repairing itself.
With a solemn tone, Garos issued a warning to Eren.
"Eren Idril, surrender the Shallot's Mirror you stole from House Lancelot, and I may contemplate sparing your city. Make no mistake, you will et your end here.
But at least spare those who worked under you from suffering the consequences of your actions, don't you agree? I'm offering this proposition because I don't wish to create a commotion before my dear friends from Layos.
The Sages from the other side are silent only out of courtesy, and I have no intention of prolonging the inevitable confrontation that awaits you," Garos stated as he gripped his gladius firmly.
Eren t Garos' words with a composed voice and a tranquil countenance.
"Garos, do you really believe I'll die just because you asked nicely? And after you've made this personal, do you think I'll let you off so easily?" Eren's gaze shifted to Argo's fading form as he continued speaking.
Garos burst into laughter at Eren's retort.
"Boy, do you imagine yourself as a Sage just because you've sipped that potion? Do you truly consider yourself my peer? Even the most accomplished Sages of this age wouldn't dare to claim equality with .
I've walked this world for nearly 2000 years. Your ager three decades of existence, your modest abilities, and your borrowed strength are insufficient to even scratch ."
Garos declared as he advanced towards Eren. "Your destiny was sealed the mont you failed to eliminate with a single strike. Let's see how you manage to survive this ti."
The King's Hand remarked before unleashing his Elental Attainnts.
Under Garos' command, the very air adopted fluid properties, bearing down on Eren with such force that the ground beneath him cracked, forming a 15-foot-deep depression. Simultaneously, Garos extended his Soul Sense to exert ntal pressure on Eren.
Eren felt as if he were subrged deep in an ocean, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. Inhaling the affected air Garos' Elental Attainnt produced felt as if it could cause him to implode from within.
Thankfully, he had beco immune to Garos' Soul Sense because his Soul Sense was as potent as Garos. It also ant that Eren's Sedating Gaze wouldn't work on Garos. So the butcher didn't even bother trying.
To counteract the debilitating influence of Garos' Elental Attainnt, Eren used his own water-elent Attainnts. He then employed a Movent Spell, closing the gap between himself and the Sage Ranker without displaying a shred of fear or apprehension.
Aqua Steps!
In the ensuing mont, ti seed to slow down for both Eren and Garos as their weapons clashed. tallic echoes filled the air and sparks flew as they wielded their respective weapons with such versatility and finesse that they left a lasting impression on the onlookers, including the lower-ranked individuals in the audience.
Garos was battling handicapped. His dominant hand was gone. So he failed to employ his Weapon Comprehension as effectively as he used to.
Swoosh. Zoom. Boom.
Garos found himself taken aback as Eren managed to parry and counter his strikes. While Eren's Elental Attainnts didn't rival Garos', he possessed exceptional Weapon Intent and even more remarkable Spiritual Force.
Additionally, Eren harnessed the power of Wrath Mana, channeling his emotions into his Weapon Intent, thereby making his Intent-driven magic as potent as Garos'.
'Un fucking believable. He is a Demonic Ranker as well? What the fuck Edinburgh's intelligence bureau was doing all this ti to let such a huge threat go uncheked like this for so many years?'
Garos thought to himself as he battled with Eren. A Sage Ranker like him was unable to get rid of a simple Master Ranker like Eren. This felt humiliating for Garos even though he was battling with Eren handicapped.
If anybody had said this would happen one day to Garos in the past, he would have laughed at their faces. He was preparing to leave Anfang because he had been at this world's pinnacle for a very long ti. How could he have known that so upstart would co to challenge him and still hold on his own while doing it?
'It… it must be those potions!'
Clang. Clang. Push.
Garos concluded and self assud.
'Even Myriad Potioner's concoctions wouldn't be able to achieve sothing like this. It can only an that he received those potions from… from Minerva.
He had been monopolizing Minerva's Utopia for a decade after all. That ans he has already claid her inheritance. What a ticking ti bomb this man has been! Even the most dangerous known cultists aren't as sinister and scheming as this little bastard.'
Garos learned more about Eren the more he fought with him. And the more he learned the more shocked he was. He couldn't figure out how soone who had his Ranking Path set as a Close Combat Expert obtained Minerva's Legacy?
Hack. Slash. Cut.
At first, Garos thought of suppressing Eren with his Elental Attainnts alone. He had not used any spells in his battle against Eren, thinking it was not required.
But he changed that decision rely within ten seconds fighting with Grimdawn after engaging in a close-range brawl with him. Even though Eren had failed to injure Garos yet, the way Eren moved and operated on his weapon made Garos subconsciously nervous.
'This man… he is not normal. Beelzebub must have done sothing to him. Demonic Blessing? Has he also allied with Demonmir?
First of all, why did the two Demon Princes appear at the sa ti in the sa world? It… it can't be a coincidence, can it? What the fuck is happening inside Anfang. It was never this chaotic in the last 2000 years.
I… I need to kill him. Fuck!'
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