Silence hung heavy over the courtyard.
Three Imperial heirs stood panting, their weapons trembling in their hands, sweat dripping down their faces despite the cool air.
Every single attack of theirs had failed.
Damian had not even blocked the attacks and yet they were completely ineffective.
Like trying to cut through solid steel with wooden swords.
Micheal's perfect composure was cracking. His golden Aura flickered with frustration and growing fear.
"This doesn't make sense. No first-year student should be able to tank our combined attacks without even defending. It's impossible."
Leonard wiped blood from his lip where he'd bitten it in frustration.
"He's not even using his Aura to actively defend. His body is just that strong naturally. How the hell did he train his body to be so fucking strong!?"
Iris's hands shook as she gripped her rapier tighter.
"We need to use them. There's no other choice."
Micheal's jaw clenched. He knew exactly what she meant.
