"I'm not in a hurry, because I never lose. Winners don't need to be in a hurry."
Ganahta smiled faintly and looked to both sides.
On the left, Saruman and Gandalf were engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat. You read that right—hand-to-hand combat. The two old men had even thrown away their staffs and were swinging their huge fists at each other.
To be honest, both Saruman and Gandalf were physically strong, so if you didn't know who they were, it wouldn't seem too out of place. But if you did know their identities, your jaw would truly hit the floor.
Two wizards had somehow turned their fight into something straight out of a Hong Kong comic. It was utterly absurd.
Overall, Saruman and Gandalf were evenly matched. They traded blows, occasionally landing hits on each other or getting struck in return.
Bang! Saruman's fist slammed heavily into Gandalf's chest. Then he stared at his own fist in confusion. It had felt like he had struck something like a ring just now, and its aura had been strangely familiar. Like... like Sauron's aura.
"The One Ring! The One Ring is actually on Gandalf? How is that possible?"
Saruman stared in disbelief. Why would Éomer place the One Ring on Gandalf? That clearly made no sense.
Perhaps that was exactly why they did it. After all, no one would expect the One Ring to be on Gandalf.
Saruman's eyes lit up. If he could obtain the One Ring for Sauron, Sauron would surely reward him handsomely.
With that thought, Saruman immediately intensified his attacks. At the same time, he deliberately stopped attacking Gandalf's chest, lest Gandalf realize that he had discovered the truth.
Seeing Saruman take the bait, Gandalf sneered inwardly. *I'm not afraid of you discovering the One Ring. I'm afraid