With the combined might of his enhancements, Kinetic Burst propelling him forward like a phantom, and his naturally high attributes, William became an unstoppable force. The prince, despite his royal lineage and privileged training, was utterly outmatched.
William's speed drew gasps from the audience. He moved with a blurring swiftness that defied expectations, appearing before the prince in the blink of an eye, his sword a hair's breadth from the royal throat.
"Yield," William commanded, his voice devoid of emotion.
The prince, his pride wounded, refused to surrender. He gripped his staff, his fingers dancing as he attempted to weave a counterattack.
"I apologize for this," William said, a hint of regret in his voice. But his actions were swift and decisive.
