It was his conceit and overconfidence that led to him challenging Simon in a state where he was not even half of his peak state. The result was this complete bashing from the demon viscount he thought was weaker than him.
After only a few seconds, he was reduced to a pitiful state and looked quite wretched. Nonetheless, If it was just that, Morgress wouldn't have such an ugly face, the thing that was eating him up alive was the cracks that had appeared on his mana armour after every successive attacks from his opponent.
The skill that he was most proud of and was his magnum opus was being broken in front of his own eyes by the demon. The despair that he felt at this moment was on a whole different level.
CLANG…CLANG…BOOM… sword slashes and magic like a rain poured onto him disintegrating his [Mana Armour} slowly as if it was made from cheap material.
