Whoosh!
The Psionic Flying Fist gripped the armor-piercing spike tightly, streaking across the night sky like a meteor and stabbing toward Ian along an unbelievable arc.
This arm shaped from psionic power had originally only served as a supplement to the baron's limbs, helping him exert force and move. Ian truly had not expected the thing to fly out while carrying a weapon and attack him.
At the same time, Baron Layan in the distance let out a furious roar. The surrounding earth, stones, grass, trees, and vines gathered around his body like armor.
The sight was remarkably like the bone armor Weges had once condensed, but far larger than the bone armor that had barely covered Weges's body in his final weakened state.
The Rockwood White Deer was an object of worship for the Mountain Folk. To them, this creature—capable of chewing through Ruststeel and urging vegetation to sprout in mountains once inhabited by an Ancient Dragon—was a sacred symbol. They regarded it as the master of the forests among the mountains, an envoy of the Ancient Dragon, possessing the power to command the peaks and woods.
And now, Baron Layan let out a soundless roar. Yet visible shockwaves smashed all the rain approaching his enormous rockwood body into fine mist.
His swordsmanship was inferior to Ian's, and even in close-quarters combat, he could not win despite holding the advantage in strength. Even the City-Breaking Horn Thrust, which balanced agility and power, had been effortlessly defused by his opponent. The weather of the Southern Ridge truly suited water-aspect sublimators in battle.
But that did not matter, because the earth was everywhere!
The night vision and x-ray vision of the 'Eye of the Forest' locked onto the target. The 'Shockwave Sac' gathered power. The 'Stonegold Bone' shaped the frame, while