Perry was speechless.
Noah stood still, his gaze was fixed on him and the pressure that his mind was capable of was completely unfolded.
Perry couldn't move, his mind worked at full speed to analyze the recent events but he didn't find any mistake in his battle tactic.
The only possible conclusion was that Noah had always been holding back.
'He didn't even use an offensive spell, actually, he only used one spell from the beginning of the battle.'
Those were his thoughts as he slowly understood the situation.
He knew that the attack from earlier didn't miss by chance, Noah had purposely held back and retracted his sabers at the last second, Perry couldn't help but feel beaten under every aspect.
Noah's cold gaze coupled with his suffocating aura was a clear message, Perry knew that he would receive mercy only once in that fight.
His legs lost strength and he fell on his knees, realizing that he could have just died if Noah didn't hold back made him lose any will to fight.
