Try again!", The fierce voice of Abraham which sounded like a whiplash, echoed throughout the spacious hall where a panting young fellow with metallic red scales on his both arms crouched on the marble tiles with his alloy hands touching the smooth ground while his opponent stood seven metres away from the bruised lad, clenching a long bright whip which he had evoked using his powers to begin the duel that seem to be in his favour as a result of his combative experience in dealing with ferocious beasts, much more dangerous than the young lad but not as powerful as he is in spite of his inability to utilize it efficiently during the course of the battle for dominance between the ancient guardian and the bloodringer whose frail efforts to outfoxed the fourth guardian end up in failure each t
