Amon's one-sided dominance continued for a full five minutes. No matter how many mermen spawned from the lake, Amon's blade would mercilessly vanquish them. It was a one-sided massacre and Amon wasn't showing any signs of tiring.
Watching Amon's lunar radiance was equally breathtaking and perplexing. Especially for Lucas, who had always seen Amon as a junior who had tremendous potential, but had some ways to develop before he reached the pinnacle of humanity.
But as he stood…
'Can I beat him? No, not possible…'
Lucas made the grim prediction. Even he, considered one of the most powerful Knights on the planet, would be helpless against Amon's onslaught. At best, he would be able to exchange three moves, perhaps only two with the young man.
Amon was already far beyond the Commander class; he was…
'Only father or the Sword Saint stands as his peer.'
A firm assessment, but undeniably the truth.