Beckleisbin felt he had already seen through Nalant's scheme.
Especially since the fine sweat on Nalant's forehead was no less than his own, and he did not have a precious potion like the Emerald Divine Elixir, so how could his divine power last even longer than his?
"Is that so? Sir Beckleisbin, I advise you to think it over carefully. I can see your divine power is nearly exhausted. If we keep fighting, you'll end up injured!"
"After all, we're both human. I'm only trying to win; I don't actually want to hurt you!" Nalant smiled as he urged Beckleisbin.
This fellow had not guessed wrong. Nalant was indeed pretending, but he was only pretending to be a bit weaker. The fine beads of sweat on his forehead had naturally been produced on purpose.
Otherwise, Beckleisbin had taken such a potent potion and was almost out of strength, while he himself was still full of life and energy. That would draw far too much suspicion.
Of course, he could act a little weaker on the surface, but when it came time to output power, he would still have enough.
The main point was to always be just that little bit stronger than Beckleisbin.
"Hmph, boy, that's exactly what I wanted to say to you. If you don't want to get hurt, then surrender immediately."
"Otherwise, once I unleash my Emerald Whirlwind Slash, even I won't be able to control it. If you're injured then, that won't be my concern." Beckleisbin wore a cold smile, increasingly certain that Nalant was putting on airs to scare him.
"Very good. Then, Sir Beckleisbin, let us continue the fight!"
Nalant said no more. For the sake of his grandfather, who was at the level of a main god, saying these extra words was already