'I guess I can end the fight now...'
Ovrin was already on the edge, and his aura was constantly flickering.
Blood was dripping from multiple small wounds across his body, not to mention that the hand that was holding his sword was already trembling.
But then... Ovrin pushed himself upright once more.
His chest heaved, and his vision was getting blurry as he started saying afterimages of Gray, as if he had used his movement technique...
And yet the humiliation burned hotter than the pain.
"Y-You…" his voice came out completely hoarse.
"You think you've already won?"
Gray did not answer, and that silence was worse than any kind of insult.
Something inside Ovrin snapped again, but this time it was not wild rage, but a strong determination that filled his bones with strength!
With that, Ovrin slowly lifted the trusty sword that had been with him for over one hundred battles!
Fwoosh...!
This time, the qi did not burst outward in wild waves.
It withdrew.
