Jualim stepped onto the stage, his gaze focused. It looked like he was prepared for Riyan to leap forward at any time. There was a bit of apprehension in his demeanor, but his strides were confident enough that it was well hidden.
The two young geniuses faced off against one another, only waiting for Mello's words to trigger things.
'What is it…?' Theron looked toward Jualim deeply, as though trying to find what made him so confident.
The only ways for Jualim to survive were to get his flag on the runes Riyan was protecting at his back, get Riyan to accept his defeat, or force him to be unable to continue the fight.
As far as Theron was concerned, none of this was possible for the Sangun Clan genius.
Suddenly, Theron's heart twitched.
"Begin." Mello's voice descended.
'What was that?'
Theron only had the thought for a moment before Jualim crossed the distance between himself and Riyan. His arm extended, a spear appearing while he was in the process of thrusting.
