White light cascaded down over the raised platform, lavishly pouring its gaze upon it.
Beneath the stage, countless cries of surprise erupted—
On the stage, Hades's right eye was bruised black. He hung in midair, his left fist smashing directly into Blanca's chin. Struck by the tremendous force, Blanca was sent flying as well!
Up, down, up, down, left, right, left, right, BABA—
Rising Dragon Fist!
Blanca's body seemed to hang suspended in the air like a gliding bird before crashing heavily onto the ground, directly declaring the end of the fight.
The victor had been decided!
Yet even after taking Hades's full-force blow, Blanca lay on the ground for only a few breaths before shakily rising again, one hand clutching his chin.
[Good lad, good!]
When Hades had first fought Blanca, Blanca had still been able to suppress him through the predictive judgment granted by experience. But as the duel continued, Blanca realized that Hades was predicting his own moves as well.
And he was becoming more accurate every time!
What the hell was wrong with this guy?!
Blanca had already been at a complete disadvantage against Hades in both weight and strength. Now that the advantage of his predictive ability was gradually disappearing, the scales of victory had tipped entirely toward Hades!
Fuck!
Blanca suddenly recalled that when Hades had cut down that Type 3 Combat Servitor, the tactics he had used had not been those of an ordinary veteran.
Generally speaking, these Terran veterans would stand still, take an entire combo from the Combat Servitor head-on, then wait for a flaw to emerge in its assault before killing it.
The more experienced the veteran, the better he could seize the Combat Servitor's openings and defeat it faster and more precisely.
But... Blanca suddenly realized that Hades had