John's combat power surged exponentially, and his expression began to change, becoming more intense.
Godson, sensing a threat, displayed no fear.
The corners of his mouth visible beneath the cloak curled up slightly, showing his excitement.
"Interesting, very interesting indeed. Only someone like you is worthy to be my opponent," Godson remarked.
Holding the blade firmly, John gave a light chuckle in response, "Is that so? Then let's see if you can remember this strike from me!"
He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, then stepped back with his left foot, positioning himself in an archer's stance, ready to strike.
Godson's pupils dilated as he felt an oppressive force in the air, like a massive stone pressing down upon him.
It was as if some force had locked onto him, causing his hands to tremble uncontrollably—a sensation of dread he hadn't felt in a long time.
