Angel froze for a moment, not understanding what Sanders meant at first.
It was only when Sanders launched a merciless attack on him that Angel realized what Sanders was planning... What kind of test of cultivation progress was this? He was plainly forcing him to make a move!
Once he made a move, it would be truly difficult for him to conceal his created spell.
"So ruthless!" Angel grumbled inwardly, yet he had no choice but to respond to Sanders' attack. He could only silently warn himself: I can't fall for Sanders' trick.
That was what he thought, but putting it into practice was not easy.
Sanders' attacks did not come all at once. They were practically tailored specifically for Angel, unceasingly cutting off every means at Angel's disposal.
Nor did Sanders care about Angel's physical strength, because once he used illusions, Angel simply could not locate him.
He could only serve as a living target and respond passively.
Sanders showed no intention of holding back. All manner of spells came readily to hand, and he appeared calm and unhurried. At first, since Sanders was testing moves, Angel could barely retain a sliver of mental capacity to restrain himself.
But later, as the frequency of the attacks increased, Angel's mind contained nothing but how to switch moves and break through. Every other thought had been cast aside.
Sanders also noticed that Angel's attacking state had changed. He was no longer holding back, and his attention had become more focused. Under such circumstances, Angel grew more adept the longer he fought. His gaze sharpened, and his fighting style was no longer simply about taking hits—he began considering how to strike back.
A smile curled at Sanders' lips. Now that's more like it.
As Angel's counterattacks grew fiercer, Sanders also raised the