"Hu——"
Breaking through countless assaults of Wind Magic, Ronan slowly lowered his twin swords, exhaled lightly, his azure eyes bridging the distance, meeting Clements with calm gaze.
Clements was right.
Although Pure Body is formidable, it is, after all, purely physical power, a means of close combat, with too many limitations.
Against Wizards with slightly lesser Strength, one could rely on brute force to overwhelm, but against someone like Clements, who surpasses oneself by far... it feels somewhat inadequate.
"But in the end..."
A gleam flickered in Ronan's eyes, "it's because I'm not strong enough.
If physical power only has an advantage in an overwhelming state... then one should always maintain that state of overwhelming."
"Whispering Wind!"
Clements's plain voice, mixed with the fluctuation of strong Energy Particles, traveled from afar. Ronan's eyes flashed, and he lifted his sword to charge forward...
...
"Clements has never been using his full strength."
