As the battle commenced, Leon transformed into a stream of silver light, heading straight towards Audric thirty paces away.
Thirty paces was but a blink for a Level 2 Knight.
Yet, it wasn't just a simple knight's charge.
The Duke sat in the stands, his eyes slightly squinted.
He sensed clearly that the silver aura surrounding Leon was unlike any Fighting Spirit he had seen before.
Deep within that light flowed a more pure and essential power.
That was Magic Power.
Fighting Spirit and Magic Power, two utterly different energies, perfectly fused within Leon.
They intertwined, amplified, making his speed almost beyond the limits of human perception.
"So quick!"
Someone exclaimed from the stands.
Leon had already reached Audric, his right hand gripping the sword, directly thrusting towards Audric's chest.
This thrust was plain, without flashy moves or dazzling effects.
