With the aid of various Magic Potions, his physical condition was now vastly different from before.
The two exchanged blows, their Sword Techniques sharp and fierce.
After ten full rounds, neither had gained a clear advantage.
Aksa's strength and speed remained formidable, each strike containing astounding power;
while Ron relied on his exquisite Swordsmanship and agile Body Technique to maneuver with him.
"Looks like I need to get serious."
In the eleventh round, Aksa suddenly stepped back, his gaze becoming sharp.
The aura around the Tiger-man changed abruptly, a violent Energy surged from his body, twisting the surrounding air.
"Blessings of the Monarch!"
Aksa let out a low roar in an ancient Beast Race language Ron didn't understand. His muscles instantly swelled, and his fur became denser, radiating a golden red glow.
Ron felt a powerful pressure coming at him, squinting his eyes unconsciously.
