King Lionel's face twisted in fury and determination, his eyes burning with the resolve of a king who refused to lose. Gripping his Sacred Sword tightly, the blade gleamed with the blinding light of his nine-star power, radiating holy energy as if the sword itself was alive with divine fury.
Without a moment's hesitation, Lionel lunged forward, swinging his sword in a flurry of powerful strikes aimed directly at Lucas. Each blow was delivered with the strength to level mountains, the sacred energy radiating from the blade tearing through the air with deadly precision.
But Lucas didn't move.
The strikes landed one after another with bone-crushing force, yet Lucas stood there, unmoving, his posture calm and indifferent.
