At that moment, Gray Merchant was like a top spinning at high speed. When he landed, he smashed a huge crater directly into the arena floor. It was clear just how terrifying his strength had become.
Once a hole appeared in the arena, there was no need to think about it—Wise Sovereign would surely issue a compensation warning.
But Gray Merchant no longer cared about such rules. If a true battle left him tied hand and foot because of regulations, how could he fight to his heart's content? How could he do justice to an opponent who was willing to fight him without restraint?
Ignoring the noise by his ears, Gray Merchant's "top" spun up once more. Carrying immense dragon might, it carved a long trail across the arena and charged straight at Angel.
It had to be said that as long as it did not show its head, the Gemstone Earth Dragon was beautiful and magnificent in every other respect.
Although Gray Merchant had transformed into a spinning top, as he rolled, he dragged behind him a rainbow-like ribbon of dust. It was formed from ground gemstone powder, shimmering and gleaming beneath the faint light.
What the spectators saw was dreamlike color. But to Angel, that glittering rainbow tide represented a terrifying crisis.
A faint swelling pain throbbed between Angel's brows. Facing the danger that was about to descend, his scalp went numb. This, too, was an instinctive warning. It meant that, with his current strength, he absolutely could not withstand the next strike head-on.
Even Ermi was continuously warning Angel.
Though the danger had not yet truly fallen upon him, Angel now understood why bloodline-side wizards could dominate those of the same rank. That terrifying oppression, that trembling sense of inescapability, that horror with nowhere to hide—it made