"It's either he improved his sword skills way too quickly… or he's been hiding his real abilities all this time. Either way, that makes him a monster," a senior student muttered from the stands, his voice trembling with disbelief.
On the arena stage, Michael was being forced to defend desperately, unable to break free from Aaron's relentless assault. The clash of steel and sparks echoed with each exchange, and though Michael's strength was immense, Aaron's precision pressed him harder and harder.
"AAAHHHH!" Michael roared, his frustration and pride boiling over. His eyes flared yellow as lightning crackled violently across his body. His reflexes sharpened, his speed climbed, and in an instant his movements grew fiercer.
Aaron feinted for a stab, but this time, Michael didn't stumble like before. He saw through the attack, slipping aside cleanly and regaining balance with smooth footing.
