If Ray wanted to survive on Mars, he had to get better, way better than his strength at level nine. He had rushed his advancement many times; by his own estimations, to fully explore the powers of his magic in level 9, he needed 100 more years of training.
So he just took another approach, getting inspiration from those he had fought.
All eyes on his back locked down on his target, a clone of himself sliced the air, with King already by his side.
A green mace wanted to crush his head; an orb of blood took most of its power. When it landed on Ray, just his nose was destroyed. A light shone from the mace, but the crimson star had found its target already.
Mace and a hand cut from the wrist fell to the ground; out of despair, the king tried to land a kick, but the same thing happened.
Dodging a light beam, Ray took his scythe to his back. Kang had made a distance between them with light beams destroying the space between them randomly.
