"Clang!"
The Bloodthirsty Blade in John's grasp was directly knocked away by Jonathan's massive sword, leaving him without any form of defense.
"It's over!" Jonathan sneered, his greatsword slicing through the air with a whistling sound, brutally aiming for John's head.
A hit from such a strike would pulverize John, regardless of his abilities.
However, just as the sword descended, a subtle smile appeared on John's lips.
He spoke lightly, "You've been fooled."
Jonathan paused, caught off guard before he could even react.
Suddenly, he saw a dreamlike purple glow emanating from John's eyes.
Unprepared for what was about to happen, Jonathan felt as if everything around him vanished in an instant, leaving only a pair of purple eyes in his sight.
By the time Jonathan came to his senses, he found himself in an utterly ordinary living room.
A wooden table in front of him was set with steaming dishes.
