Angelo's eyes widened in disbelief as a chunk of his shield cracked and broke—just like that. This wasn't some average piece of equipment—it was a Legendary Artifact, a treasure said to withstand the fury of all but the highest High Legendary Tier attacks. And yet… it shattered under the force of that rusty, unassuming sword.
But Angelo had no time to process the shock. In the very next breath, Lucius's foot slammed into his chest. The blow sent Angelo tumbling across the arena floor like a ragdoll, each impact leaving a crater in the hardened ground. Lucius' sword was overwhelming, but so too was his raw, physical power.
And then, as Angelo tried to regain his footing, he saw it—Lucius's eyes burning with pure, concentrated killing intent. A dark light, subtle yet suffocating, radiated from them. It was a power so deeply hidden, so expertly concealed, that not a single powerhouse in the podiums noticed it.
