If the insight wouldn't come on its own, then he would force it out.
Ulric mused, a maniacal smile stretching across his face.
At the side, Thunderblade yelled out in frustration.
"Aaargh!"
Even with all the raw strength brimming within his body and mana reinforcing his attacks, he could feel the youth was dominating the battle. Streaks of red flashed across his eyes.
Back when the youth was weaker, he had dominated. Even when on the losing side, he was still dominating. The thought fueled his rage, making him feel utterly useless.
He formed another lightning bolt in a last desperate attempt to strike the youth. But his figure suddenly paused.
"It finally struck true," he muttered, eyes widening in surprise.
A sight that would have made any bystander second-guess themselves. A C-rank being happy he managed to hit an E-rank? It was unheard of!
