Ever since Red Garden, Dante had never been this close to death. In the face of his ultimate enemy, one move would have decided everything, and making the wrong choice would have ended in him losing his life.
Facing the blonde bastard was much the same. The moment he appeared in the arena, Dante knew he was bad news, and the evaluation Volcan gave him only confirmed that.
A Level 5 Prime Genome, but that wasn't the worst of it.
"Tsk…" The blond bastard let his frustration show on his face, and in his movements. "You sure are an agile bastard…"
Jabs that cause sonic booms, kicks that launch hurricanes. Even with his perception enhanced to the max, Every motion still looked blurry. Dante was pushing himself beyond his limits, dodging every attack by a hair's breadth. It would take only one graze for his streak to be broken, and the moment that happens, his fate would be sealed.
