The wooden club beneath Dali Wenluo's feet floated up. He reached out, and the instant he gripped it, the quicksand around his feet turned into green grass, bursting with vitality.
Life could manifest itself and leave its traces in many ways, but the most straightforward... was that vigorous vitality.
So this time, Kallen did not deliberately stall to set up any formations, nor did he hastily cast any defensive spells on himself.
Sometimes, having more cards in your hand was not necessarily better. In fact, too many cards could become a burden, leaving you at a loss at the critical moment.
Spell art practitioners at the level of Mr. Hoffen and his mentor Pilo could set up a temporary high-level formation with a lift of their hands. Kallen could not do that yet;
as for Order's armor-based defensive spells, they would not actually provide any effective defense at a time like this.
Because experience told Kallen that the being before him, who called himself a bastard, would not give him the luxury of time or any margin for error in his fighting style.
And events did indeed unfold as Kallen had predicted.
Dali Wenluo moved. He was fast, without a single wasted motion, charging straight at Kallen and swinging the wooden club down with one hand.
Kallen instinctively retreated, putting distance between them.
Boom!
The wooden club smashed an enormous pit into the spot where he had stood. Inside the pit, grass seeds sprouted.
The power of this blow was truly terrifying, and it inflicted blunt-force damage. In other words, even if you wore armor or had cast defensive spells, after taking this blow, your armor might remain perfectly intact, but your body would already have been pulverized.
His strike missed, but Dali Wenluo showed no discouragement or disappointment. He