No, it's not just my palms... my forehead and back are also covered in cold sweat.
Thump, thump, thump, thump... the beating of my heart intensifies...
Aoto sensed that this was not a result of the "Lone Brave" effect deepening, causing his heart to race—it was because of the immense psychological pressure, leading to his body betraying signs of accelerated heartbeat and cold sweat.
When Zhouzhu opened his eyes, exuding the fierce aura of a tiger descending from the mountains, Aoto felt as if his heart had been crushed by a heavy stone.
This feeling... was really like being stared down by a fierce tiger, or facing off against one.
This was the first time Aoto had seen this sharp and aggressive side of Zhouzhu, and it was also his first time facing a swordsman with such a powerful presence.
He found it difficult to equate the swordsman in front of him, with his tense expression and sharp aura, with the comedic elder of Shiwei Hall he knew so well.
