Opening

"As a martial artist, control over his own body is his force. Stopping him with that level of an attack won't change a thing…" Aion thought while furrowing his eyebrows.

Frozen Shield was the type of attack that combined the power of Aion's strength and magic, and while his strength wasn't that high, his magic compensated for that. Still, the leg of the old man only had a few red marks, and the damage caused was minimal. Aion will have to come up with another strategy…

"My options are limited, but…" Aion thought. "Those bracers… I wonder how they can fire such powerful spells."

It was hard to imagine that the old man was that good of a mage. His magic presence wasn't even on the level of the students of the magic school. So the power of his magic attacks came from the bracers… and he was prideful enough not to use them when the enemy wanted to fight directly.