104 The Winner

"What?!?"

James's mind blanked as he felt his connection with the earth sever.

Arvell kicked off the ground, appearing right before James like a flash.

"Now, you shouldn't be able to heal your armour."

Arvell grabbed his sword that was still in mid-air and swung it down hard on James's sword arm.

"Gah!"

James's grip on his sword loosened as his hand recoiled in pain.

Without giving him any time to recover, Arvell pulled away James's sword, equipping himself with both of their swords at once.

Using both hands, Arvell unleashed a barrage of attacks on James's body.

His hands were so fast they were a blur as his hands furiously slashed at James's body.

Noticing it carefully, Arvell was able to prove his theory.

James couldn't heal while in mid-air!

He could beat him, but Arvell only had a few seconds, so he needed to make it count.

Now that James's body was no longer regenerating its Armour, Arvell could release a barrage of attacks and shred through James's Armour.