A Battle Of Wills [Part 1]

'How?!' Roland thought for the umpteenth time. 'How is he able to predict my moves?! How?!'

Ten minutes had lapsed since his duel with Joshua started, and right from the beginning to now, he failed to land even a single attack on his opponent's body.

He was even the one being pushed back by Joshua's barrage of spells, each of them seeming able to predict where he would go and what he was about to do.

For a brief moment, the Hero glanced at the stage, specifically the teenage boy who was watching their battle with a calm expression on his face.

As he looked at the person responsible for the falling out between him and his best friend, Roland couldn't help but feel that Zion had once again played his hand.

Although he didn't have any proof, he could feel it with every fiber of his being.

He even had a vague notion that he was dancing on the palm of the teenage boy's hand, which made his heart shudder.