In the next instant, multiple explosions rang out from the collective force of the blows.
A shockwave spread for hundreds of meters, stirring dust and rubble wherever it passed.
The attacks were followed by a great silence. When the dust finally settled, Ulric's eyes couldn't help but widen slightly.
Thunderblade's form still stood. His robe was torn in multiple places, but no grave injury had been dealt by the wave of attacks. Only small slash marks trailed across his torso, with thin lines of blood slowly dripping down.
Ulric breathed faintly.
Even though the odds were heavily stacked against him, the battle was not impossible.
Thunderblade, however, was far from pleased. His face twisted in rage. He hadn't expected a youth who was clearly not even D-rank yet to injure him like this after his breakthrough.
Turning slowly, a smile still hovered on his face. What should have been deadly to him before had barely left scratch marks.
