145 Close Call.

The light-covered arm carrying the full-strength of a Stage 2 being, neared Lucius' defenseless head. With his mind conflicting with his body, Lucius was unable to move his body and evade the attack.

'If I could just have a single second!' Lucius inwardly thought. Alas, there was nothing to block the old Bertarian's punch from landing on his face.

Just as Lucius felt the compressed air striking his face, a sharp sound of metal striking out was heard.

SHICK!

A violet-colored blade of energy struck the light-covered hand at the very last second. Precisely striking at the weak point of the punch, the violet-colored blade managed to offset the direction of the punch.

『What?!』 the old Bertarian screamed in shock. His punch missed Lucius' head by a hair's breadth and landed on the metal debris next to him.

"How dare you?!" a low, threatening growl filled with an overwhelming amount of murderous intent sounded out.