Most people, when facing someone like him, would already be trembling, their confidence shattered before the battle even began. Yet Alaric Von Seraph did not show fear, nor did he show desperation. His indifference was not forced. It was the indifference of someone who had already accepted the reality of defeat but refused to surrender his dignity.
Zion Blackstar studied him for a brief moment longer.
Then Alaric Von Seraph stepped forward, his voice cutting through the air like steel.
"Start."
He did not waste time with politeness. He knew very well that even if he used everything he had, the chance of winning was close to none. The gap between the Crimson Realm's fifth level and his current cultivation was simply too vast.
But he still tightened his fists.
He still gathered his mana.
Because he had only one thought in his heart.
Even if he could not defeat Zion Blackstar, he would tire him.
Even if it was only a little.
