The Smile of a Battle Maniac
Victor looked half-dead.
Anyone watching the battle from the outside would have assumed that he should no longer be capable of standing, much less continuing to fight.
His black shirt was torn in several places, and his golden jacket had lost its neat appearance. Bruises covered his body, while several shallow cuts marked his hands. His breathing was heavier than before, and his movements had become increasingly difficult to follow even for those who were watching closely.
Yet appearances were deceiving.
Victor had not suffered any serious injuries.
Most of the damage was superficial. His body ached from being struck repeatedly, but none of Fean's attacks had managed to inflict critical damage.
That alone was remarkable.
Fean had been granted the power of the seed of the Universal Emperor. Whatever that strange existence was, it had transformed Fean into something far stronger than Victor's current self.
There was no denying the difference.
