Gray Neutralize energy exploded from that grip.
Hasya felt his power being drained. He pulled his leg forcibly and jumped back.
Hasya landed, keeping a distance of five meters. He stared at Fyar.
Fyar settled into a boxing stance. His gaze was sharp, challenging.
"Come on, fight me hand to hand, Hasya! Bare hands! Don't use your teleknis or fly! Just you and me!" Fyar shouted with confidence.
"Fyar..." Hasya smiled widely, showing his row of teeth.
Sst!
The wind rustled. Hasya dashed forward. The five-meter distance was erased in an instant. His right fist launched straight, aiming for the bridge of Fyar's nose.
"Arean."
Fyar muttered softly.
Whoosh.
A transparent white energy dome exploded from Fyar's footing, expanding within a three-meter radius, trapping both of them. The air pressure changed drastically. Hasya felt his telekinetic gone completely. His body suddenly felt heavy, as if gravity had doubled.
Fyar tilted his neck slightly to the left.
