The game was quite simple; I had played it many times with my friends when I was young.
Receive and hit the ball toward someone else, or you're out
Of course, I had played with a balloon, not some ball made out of lightning mana.
Though seeing Zeke easily control and shape his mana, I was somewhat disheartened.
I had completely focused on my swordmanship talent and skills, ignoring my mana skills and abilities.
As an enlightened and awakened being, the only thing that made me special from any normal human was my ability to possess mana.
Shaking my head, I watched Zeke rush his hand forward, releasing the lightning-purple mana ball from his hands as if he were a pitcher throwing a baseball.
Like a fastball, the mana ball flew straight at Liam's stomach incredibly fast.
The rules stated that you couldn't catch the ball or hit it more than once, and Liam obviously knew he wasn't going to be able to control the ball with his stomach and waist.
