As Lucas dashed at him head-on, Nero raised an eyebrow and then thrust his sword forward toward the silver-haired boy.
Quickly, the young Morningstar's figure sidestepped to evade Nero's sword. It looked as if he had evaded the attack harmlessly.
But that notion was short-lived.
A thin red line appeared on Lucas' right cheek, warm drops of blood rolling down from it. Just a few centimeters higher, and he would have lost his right eye.
Lucas despised that Nero's sword marred his beautiful face, as much as he hated how his opponent could effortlessly track his movements.
Despite Lucas' incredible speed, which made him look like a blur to everyone else present in the Arena, he was no match for Nero.
Lunging to Nero's right, Lucas shot his spear toward his opponent's vulnerable ribs.
But that opening proved to be a trap. Nero had lured Lucas there deliberately.
