As Haruto struggled to comprehend the sudden surge in Ichiro's speed and strength, Ichiro continued his relentless assault. The once confident Haruto found himself on the defensive, his elemental shields gradually weakening against the relentless strikes of Ichiro's enhanced aura.
"Ha-ha, you're too weak," Haruto had laughed earlier, reveling in what he thought was his victory. However, Ichiro's mocking response and renewed vigor caught Haruto off guard. Ichiro's speed increased, and his strikes became more precise.
"Do you really think you've won, dummy?" Ichiro's mocking words echoed through the chaotic laboratory. Haruto's earlier laughter now turned into a mix of frustration and disbelief. He hadn't anticipated Ichiro's hidden reserves of strength.
