The crowd outside stirred in shock.
"A draw?"
"He's asking for a draw after countering Aldric's strongest attack?"
"No, look at him. That final sword took a lot out of him."
"Aldric's not in great shape either. If they keep fighting, either one could still go down."
Inside the arena, Aldric gritted his teeth. His pride didn't want to accept it. He came from the Dragon Race, and he'd entered this battle determined to win back face after Virgil's defeat.
He'd attacked from the start, controlled the rhythm, and pushed his Half-Dragon Transformation to its limit. In the end, he'd even revealed his Pseudo Cosmic Path and combined it with his strongest power.
Yet Damian had countered everything. Every claw, every dragon technique, every feint, every burst of pressure, and even his strongest attack had been answered by that calm sword. Aldric could tell Damian didn't have much energy left, but he also knew one painful truth.
He couldn't beat him. At least not in this battle.
