As the forces clashed, Alexander, clearly outmatched in strength, as he spat blood midair as he was hurled backward, crashing into the ground with a loud thud that created a small crater upon impact.
"Heh, I'm really no match for it," Alexander said with a smile, his last bit of strength already seeping away.
"I should really try to work hard more, rather than relying on my system for skills and powerups," he mumbled inwardly, feeling hopeless in this situation.
[It's not entirely hopeless Host, if you target the red gem on its forehead, you might prevail, although the odds of winning are very slim.]
The system's voice reached him, and upon hearing it, his eyes, once dull and devoid of hope, became resolute.
If he were to surrender now, would it not mean that facing any stronger opponent in the future, he would simply yield in defeat?
That was not what he desires, he had to fight.
