Dettrial knew charging in blindly would only make things worse. Facing such a monstrous opponent, he forced himself to calm down, steadying his breathing.
Leo watched him in silence.
He found it oddly amusing, seeing people fight with everything they had, depending solely on the little bit of power they'd gained.
Human psychology was strange. As soon as someone got stronger, they started believing they were untouchable. They forgot there was always someone stronger out there.
And Leo? Leo was one of the best in the world—if not the best. Beating him wasn't something anyone could do easily.
Dettrial shifted his stance—right foot slightly tilted forward, left foot pulled back. His posture was set for an explosive burst of speed. He was ready.
Leo didn't move. He just stood there, watching.
And then—Dettrial disappeared in a blur.
