The two fighters had only exchanged two blows, but the entire battle already seemed to be over.
Achilles's attacks barely had any effect, while Xu Tao's casual counters could incapacitate him if they landed in the wrong spot!
Looking at the current situation, it seemed less like a duel and more like a master sparring with one of his disciples. Even with all his handicaps, Xu Tao still had the upper hand!
Of course, if Achilles gave up that easily, he wouldn't be called a demigod.
"If power can't do it, then what about volume...!"
He gripped his spear with both hands, standing at a distance where Xu Tao's sword couldn't reach him, but his own attacks still could. From there, he twisted his spear, thrusting in a controlled manner, prioritizing speed over power.
"Oh...!"
Xu Tao gasped in appreciation as the spear's tip appeared to multiply—an illusion caused by its extreme speed!
