Riven was confused. Why would Quin suddenly ask that he attack him? He wanted to speak, but Quin spoke first.
"Don't ask, just do it."
Hearing that, Riven threw caution out the window. He got into his stance with the sword in front, tilted forward a little, and his legs spread apart.
If he went all out, this wooden sword might only be able to take one hit before its destiny, so he had to make it one hit that would be good.
He channeled all his flames into the sword and lunged forward. As a two-circle battle mage, and with all the leveling up he had done, he wasn't the same person as before.
Quin was shocked to notice that Riven had two Spirit Zone levels now, but rather than be happy, it served to reinforce the reason he was doing this.
Without hesitation, Quin threw a punch. His fist collided with the sword and obliterated it. Boom. The showcase sent Riven flying; he slammed into the ground and skidded for a few meters.
