Roland was naturally dominating the fight. Luke could only defend, and it had to be admitted that he was holding on quite well.
Even though they were in the middle of the city, no one stopped their fight.
"Brat, hand it over!" Roland shouted.
"If you can, take it yourself. If you're too late, you can only dream. Our reinforcements will arrive soon," Luke replied.
"Damn it!" Roland was furious, punching toward Luke, and his fist transformed into a massive lightning fist that roared endlessly.
However, Luke's shield was actually able to absorb the lightning, dispersing its destructive power.
"Is this all you've got? You can't defeat me with just this… Hahaha…" Luke burst into laughter.
"What are they fighting over?" Richard wondered.
Grace naturally didn't know since she had been with him since yesterday.
