Lucia felt waves of numb soreness spreading through his arms, and his heart was equally shaken. With the supreme bloodline of the ancient dragons, his physical talent actually surpassed Radahn's. Coupled with the boosts from the Dragon King's Body and Golden Vow, he should have been able to overwhelm his opponent head-on in terms of strength.
Yet the force contained in Radahn's slash had far exceeded his expectations. His opponent seemed to rely on more than just his body; he had somehow fused magic with the power of his muscles, tendons, and bones, unleashing astonishing strength that faintly surpassed Lucia's own.
Seeing Radahn use a technique he had never even heard of, Lucia felt no fear whatsoever—Radahn might possess an unexpected way of wielding strength, but with the Memory Battlefield, how could Lucia possibly know only how to rigidly use skills learned from others?
In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged hundreds of moves. Though Radahn held a slight advantage in strength for the moment, faced with Lucia's formidable physical defense and attacks that remained as ferocious as ever, he had no way to break through his moves.
Just then, Lucia's blade suddenly changed course. The sword that had just blocked one of Radahn's slashes abruptly recoiled, while his body drifted backward with it.
Radahn suddenly seized the upper hand in momentum and immediately charged forward with both greatswords, determined to seize Lucia's opening and suppress him in one decisive push.
Then his pupils contracted. Lucia tapped his foot to halt his retreat, slightly bowed his body to build up force, and reached behind him to grip the long sword he had never used before!
The next instant, the Godskin Stitcher shot from its sheath with a clear, ringing cry. Its rapidly vibrating blade swept diagonally