Neron Vs Martial Blade God [Pt 2]

"Haaa…"

Neron pushed harder, pouring everything he had into the fight.

"Haaa… haaa…"

His movements became more desperate, his attacks more volatile.

The ground cracked and splintered under their feet, the mountain itself beginning to crumble under the weight of their battle.

But no matter how much power Neron unleashed, the Martial Blade God remained calm. He deflected, countered, and evaded with an almost effortless grace, as though the fight were a mere exercise to him.

Finally, Neron staggered back, his chest heaving.

His Mage Mode flickered, his reserves of mana running dangerously low. Despite his best efforts, the Martial Blade God hadn't even broken a sweat.

"You've got heart, boy," the man said, lowering his blade. "But heart alone won't win this fight."

Neron's fists trembled at his sides, his anger boiling over.

"You haven't seen anything…" he growled, his voice hoarse.