Chapter 120: System's Counter

"His defense is not infallible! If you hit his face, at some point he will die!"

Fathoran roared with rage, redoubling his attacks.

Elio: 74 - 5 = 1 / 68 Armor.

But Elio continued, determined to transmit everything he could.

Elio: 69 - 5 = 1 / 63 Armor.

"Don't be intimidated! His mana is almost depleted!"

Elio: 64 - 5 = 1 / 58 Armor.

The soldiers murmured among themselves, the information spreading like wildfire in a dry field. Elio saw the doubt in their eyes replaced by a spark of hope as he received small cuts from his opponent's sword.

"You can advance on your own!" Elio continued, blocking another of Fathoran's attacks. "You don't need a leader to decide your fate, not even me!"

Elio: 59 - 5 = 1 / 53 Armor.

Fathoran, his eyes bloodshot, shouted, "Of course they need it! God designed it this way! Without a leader, without me, they will all perish!"