Gareth's Last Struggle
After the two of them exchanged thousands of blows, Gareth's expression completely darkened.
Sweat had begun to gather along his forehead.
His breathing had become heavier.
His hands were slightly numb.
But what truly disturbed him was not exhaustion.
It was Leon.
Leon was still calm.
Far too calm.
Gareth finally realized the problem.
Throughout these thousands of rounds, Leon had never truly been forced into a desperate situation.
Not once.
Even when Gareth unleashed his strongest attacks, Leon remained composed.
He moved as though he were taking a leisurely stroll through a garden rather than fighting inside a terrifying lightning domain.
He dodged when necessary.
Blocked when necessary.
Countered when necessary.
There was no wasted movement.
No unnecessary force.
Every response was precise.
Every action was controlled.
Gareth's heart sank.
He finally understood.
He finally understood why Leon had given him that opportunity.
