Chapter 117 : Blood Battle of Windspire

Hearing the words of the ones whom he challenged, he smirked and declined "Not regularly, but instead in a battle of blood."

"And that is?" 

"A Mage, specifically Miss Azarielle here gets both of our blood, creates a circle with it in which we will battle and it will act as a barrier until one of us yields or is killed. Our physical stats, strength and speed are equal in it." Garon elaborated, lightly holding the grip of his sheathed sword.

"Fine, I accept." Satoru confidently uttered as Aza had to cut both his and Garon's palm, having blood drip down onto the ground below them as they held their hands out.

With incantations, the blood began to form a circle around them which was somewhat big, creating the barrier.

All that's left now is for the opponents to utter the words that they accept.

"I consent to this battle of blood, until I or my opponent wins." Garon uttered and awaited until his opponent did too.