The head of the spear emerged from Vlad's stomach. Or rather, that was what would happen one second in the future, according to his Foresight Eye.
Without even looking back, Vlad swung the sword upward behind his back. It struck the incoming spear, changing its trajectory and sending it into the air.
After spinning through the air several times, the spear arced back into Gareth's hand.
"Telekinesis?" Vlad gasped, taking a step back.
"Haha, so you actually dodged it," Gareth laughed, swinging the shaft of his spear around his hand.
'He is repeatedly targeting my vital points,' Vlad muttered inwardly. 'If I was any weaker, I would have been fatally injured or even dead.'
He gripped the sword with both hands, moving one leg back. 'I will get wounded if I hold back too much.'
"The look in your eyes changed," Gareth said, launching himself at Vlad. "Have you decided to take this duel seriou—"
