Their entire worldview was crumbling right in front of their eyes. After all… the man slower and weaker than them was… facing someone they didn't even dare to raise their heads in front of and… he was winning…
Time seemed to slow as the two combatants clashed, their movements a blur of speed and violence. Each blow landed with bone-jarring force, sending shockwaves rippling through the chamber as they fought tooth and nail for supremacy. Of course, most of the time the one doing the attacking part was Nawdren, Nux simply avoided his attacks gracefully as he continued to wait.
He knew attacking Nawdren was useless, since the amount of *Essence* in his body was so little, his Sword Aura was much weaker than normal, he could put scratches in Nawdren's tough body, yes.
But that was useless. He needed definite blows.