"Is this all you got?"
Su Mo taunted, swinging the Thunder God's Spear relentlessly at Amiclair, each attack fiercer than the last, every blow filled with brutal force.
The immense, relentless power pressured Amiclair, rendering him unable to react and forcing him to hold his ground.
Observing this, Kilmock's eyes flickered continuously.
The crowd whispered among themselves.
"This Su Mo is so strong."
"What's so surprising? He is, after all, one of the Royal Order of Twelve Knights."
...
However, Krisia's face showed no joy; instead, her expression grew heavier, her heart in her throat.
As for Prince Kyarat, a mocking smile appeared on his face; he regarded Su Mo as a jester.
In his eyes, there was no suspense in this battle.
Inside the cockpit of Mad Eye Rhenhok, Su Mo also showed a hint of surprise, acknowledging the skill required to withstand his attacks.
Yet, Su Mo continued to mock.
"Is this all you got?"
"Arrogant!"
