But soon, John had no room for other thoughts, as the aura of the person before him had begun to turn terrifyingly powerful.
Initially, he might have been able to control it, but now he was utterly overwhelmed.
The person's aura had intensified immensely.
It was horrifying, absolutely horrifying.
The sensation filled him with an instinctive urge to retreat, but he forcibly suppressed it.
He knew he couldn't afford such thoughts.
Once he contemplated retreating, it would mean he had completely backed down.
Vulture watched John quietly, his lips curling into a mocking smirk.
"Come on, I want to see what you can really do, to actually stand against me. I'm curious how long you can last."
John had clearly reached his limit; the opponent's skills were becoming more fierce, each one hitting him directly.
