Damian held the [Spear of Torment] with both hands and looked at his opponent, a beautiful and bountiful elf.
She, too, held a long spear in her hand.
Damian smiled, briefly focusing on the spear she wielded, completely ignoring the waves of dark, foggy aura seeping from his own weapon.
The sinister energy wrapped around him, coating his body in a reddish-black aura.
"To obtain 10th rank in the power rankings, she must be quite skilled... This will be a great chance to assess the level of my spearmanship compared to hers."
As soon as the timer ran out, Damian didn't hesitate for even a second.
He dashed forward at full speed without any enhancement from his elemental essence or the techniques he possessed.
Elfie Ayre Dathyra, the common elf, didn't stand idly either.
She charged forward with her silver spear in hand.
Though she wasn't as fast as Damian, she was still undeniably swift.