Vivian moved fast, his hands glowing as he threw spears of different elements like a storm.
Ice spears cut through the air, lightning cracked, fire burned bright, and even dark and light spears flew together.
It looked like the sky itself was falling on the professor.
But the professor's face didn't change at all.
His calm eyes held no fear, no anger, only a strange emptiness.
He stepped forward through the storm, his body moving smoothly as if he had done this a thousand times before.
Whosh. Whosh. Whosh.
Each spear missed him by an inch as he dodged and twisted through the deadly rain.
Bits of light and smoke flashed around him, but not a single attack touched his skin.
Vivian's eyes burned with excitement as he watched the man walk closer.
A wild grin spread across his face, his blood boiling with a sudden sense of thrill.
"Come," he muttered, his voice low but filled with challenge.
At this point in the fight, Vivian was far from unharmed.
