"How, how did this Max gain such terrifying strength?" Malissa howled from deep within her lungs as she watched the battle unfold, her composure completely shattered by the scene before her eyes.
What should have been a swift and decisive victory for the Grim Gladiator had instead turned into a humiliating spectacle, because from the very beginning it was Max who controlled the rhythm of the fight.
No matter how ferociously the Grim Gladiator attacked, no matter how much power he poured into each swing, his sword could not break past Max's defense even once. It felt as though Max stood before him like an immovable wall, a presence that could not be shaken, broken, or bypassed regardless of how overwhelming the assault became.
"Damn it," Malissa cursed fiercely, her voice trembling with rage and disbelief as her eyes slowly turned red from prolonged fury. "How can a mortal at the sixth level of Divine Rank possess this level of strength. This is impossible, I refuse to believe it."
