Lucius laughed and looked down at the floor.
This was a floor made of magically reinforced concrete, specifically designed to withstand powerful blows. Being able to cut trenches into it was a sign of astonishing strength.
"How many Marks do you have?" he asked.
Oliver raised his spear and thrust it into the ground. "12." Just then, twelve mana marks appeared around his body, surrounding him for a moment.
Four Rank F, one Rank E, four Rank D, and three Rank C.
Those last three were what propelled him firmly into Rank C.
The combination wasn't perfect, but it was enough.
"Wow." His blue eyes sparkled, and he gripped his sword slightly tighter. It was more than he'd expected. "A full-fledged C-Rank…"
"Are you scared?" Oliver asked, making the marks disappear.
"Scared?" Lucius laughed derisively and charged into the fray.
CLANK!
"Fear is only for the weak," he whispered.
"And you're weak," Oliver replied.
