A boy of only seventeen years was fearlessly battling one of the strongest human warriors on equal footing.
Whispered murmurs spread among the crowd, with some acknowledging Layla's keen eye for choosing such a formidable partner. Others cursed the old man under their breath, resenting his interference in the young couple's lives.
Yet, there were those who secretly delighted in witnessing Rio's struggles, as they couldn't bear the thought of the boy laying claim to their beloved goddess. Their hearts filled with satisfaction each time Rio was overwhelmed by the old man's superior strength.
The battle raged on, with the air crackling from the sheer force of their powerful attacks. Rio's breathing grew heavier as the clashes took their toll on his body. Sweat drenched his clothes, and fresh wounds decorated his skin, evidence of the ferocity of their fight.
