Chapter 708 Hold On Tight

Chapter 708 Hold On Tight

Simyon was left in shock after seeing Safa use their special card for someone else rather than themselves. Even though the man in front of them was able to absorb Qi, someone as strong as the statue surely could have done something that would allow them to win the battle.

With the way both he and Safa were, Simyon was sure it would be a loss for them to go up against this person, but her words were strong, and she sounded confident. It wasn't a completely lost cause.

"Alright, alright, I will be your shield, Safa. Go ahead and take this guy out!" Simyon said, punching both of his gloves together.

He could see Safa had poured her Light Magic into the tip of the spear again. If they knew one thing, it was that they could hurt the bald-headed man.

"Let me take the lead. I can use these gloves to try and hold him still, and then you finish him off," Simyon claimed.

He ran off ahead before Safa could even say something, but she had to admit that it might be the best plan they had.

As the two charged forward, they could see the bald-headed man punching his fist into the palm of his other hand. He was welcoming the challenge. As soon as Simyon was close, he jumped up in the air and wound his fist up.

"I'm going to take that smug look off your face!" Simyon's punch landed heavily across the bald-headed man's face, swinging his head to the side, but the corners of the man's eyes and mouth were smiling.

He then grabbed onto Simyon.

"You are the one with the hard body. Let's see whose body is harder!" The man claimed as he jumped and swung Simyon's entire body into the floor, cracking the area.

Simyon was hurt as his body was slammed to the floor. His old wounds caused a deep pain that went through to his very bones, but he didn't care; he needed this chance. With both of his hands, he grabbed onto one of the arms of the bald-headed man.

'There's no way to make this faster. I'm just going to have to hold on.'

The bald-headed man jumped back and then swung his arm into the floor. Each time Simyon's body hit the ground, the floor cracked, and debris flew everywhere.

To make sure he held on, Simyon wrapped his legs around the man's arm as well, holding on tightly. This allowed the man to continue swinging his arm into the ground more and more.

The swings were wild and chaotic, and each time Simyon crashed into the arena floor, the vibrations could be felt throughout the place.

When the bald-headed man saw that Safa was close and aiming for him, he jumped, moving from his position, and with the momentum of the jump, he slammed Simyon further into the ground.

"Your body is strong, so strong. How long will you last?" the man excitedly said as he slammed Simyon into the floor again. The grip by Simyon was loosening.

The moment he fell to the floor, Safa dashed forward, thrusting her spear. The man jumped away, breaking the distance between them.

Safa quickly slid on the floor, not caring for her knees, and went by Simyon's side.

"No, Simyon, Simyon, you're in this state again!" She immediately dropped the spear and held both hands over Simyon. She began using her Light Magic along with her restore spell to help him in any way she could.

"It's going to be okay," Safa said as she continued to use the spell. "It's going to be okay, Simyon. I know how strong you are. I knew that this might happen. It was a risk, but it was the only way I could see us winning," Safa claimed as tears rolled down her face.

Simyon didn't understand. He could hear her, but what did she mean? Was this the plan she had? As Simyon's body healed in certain places, the special Mythical Ring around his ear lit up, and a big change was felt in Simyon's body.

"I'm not the one that's going to win us this fight. It was always going to be you!" Safa exclaimed.