Earlier, as soon as Earl moved his sword, Felix crouched down. He knew he'd execute the Mist-Splitting Line, which was mostly a horizontal strike, focusing at the center of his body.
He then aimed the tip of his wooden sword at his abdomen and struck precisely at where he aimed at.
If it wasn't because he quickly repositioned himself away from Earl, his saliva might almost landed at him,
Earl held his breath, lost the grip of his sword, as he finally kneeled to the floor. He couldn't breath for almost a minute as the pain was shocking.
Felix, meanwhile, merely spared a glance at him, as Wayne and others finally attacked him.
When he collided with Wayne, he grinned.
"Three left."
Wayne gritted his teeth out of frustrations as he began to intensify his attacks.
But at a cost of stamina consumption that made him estimate he could only last for half a minute of continuous battle against Felix.
