In the time it took to draw a breath, the Knight's Broadsword almost grazed the tip of Raphael's nose.
It was a moment between life and death.
Cold sweat soaked his entire body as adrenaline surged!
Raphael's face twisted into a ferocious grimace. The Mental Power he'd summoned, now dangerously overloaded, erupted from his eyes and mouth as incandescent white lightning. The Mind Force Field he constructed with his right hand desperately blocked the path of the Knight's Broadsword.
In that brief moment of stalemate, Raphael roared. His left hand formed a claw, unleashing the power of Pain Suppression, which surged like an unseen demon trying to invade the enemy Knight's mind.
But the feedback he received was one of sluggish resistance, as if his Pain Suppression's psychic energy had sunk into a mire, unable to move an inch. Raphael was horrified. 'How is this possible?!'
No one had ever been able to resist his Pain Suppression. 'This guy...'
