Chapter 129: Mid-Term [3]
[Arena 11: Chris Blackthorn vs. D+ Iron-Shelled Golem]
Chris's arena was a stark, barren wasteland of gray rock. His opponent was an Iron-Shelled Golem, a hulking automaton of enchanted metal that stood as motionless as a statue.
It had no speed, no flashy attacks. It had only one, terrifying quality: absolute defense.
"So, a wall," Chris grunted, hefting his massive tower shield.
"Let's see whose defense is stronger."
He didn't wait for it to move. He charged, his heavy boots thudding against the ground.
He slammed his shield into the Golem with the force of a battering ram.
"CLANG!"
The sound was deafening, but the Golem didn't even budge. It simply raised a metallic fist and brought it down.
Chris met the blow with his shield and the impact sent a shockwave through his body, his arm screaming in protest, but he held his ground.
"My turn," he growled. He dropped his shield and slammed his bare hands onto the ground.
"Earth Stone Prison!"
