'When one is stronger, the only case of victory is when his enemy doesn't use his strength.'
'Or, more precisely, his enemy isn't allowed to use this strength.'
'I tried doing the same thing; he's much more powerful; his strength oozes out of his body like a demon slowly taking shape.'
'I have no chance of winning unless I force him on his backfoot each second. Not even one second can be spared!'
'However, now...' Asher's blue piercing gaze on the grey-eyed man who had his foot to his face. Now, suddenly had a heinous presence. His top hat had been flung off, revealing the messy fluff of grey hair beneath.
His pupils constantly twitched as killing intent flowed like oceans.
'I have failed.' Just before the thought echoed through his brain, the surroundings suddenly felt a rumbling wave through them. Retracting his feet, he immediately drifted his feet, moving back swiftly.
