Percival immediately noticed the sudden change in Allen's movements. After Allen replaced his right hand with his armacar, his attacks became sharper, more precise, and undeniably stronger with each swing.
"Haha, I see now," Percival thought, his face filled with anxiety. Sweat dripped down his skin, his breathing grew erratic, and several wounds on his body let blood flow freely.
"Allen is a dungeon conqueror... No wonder his abilities suddenly improved like this. In close combat, those with parallel minds have a huge advantage."
What had initially been an exchange of relentless attacks between both fighters had now shifted—Allen was pressing forward with an unceasing onslaught, forcing Percival onto the defensive.
Despite the overwhelming offense, Percival held his ground, prompting Allen to analyze, "Even though he's wielding only a greatsword, but the cover move of his sword can cover dual blade attacks,"
