The cavern seemed to hold its breath as Enel and Perseus circled each other, their eyes locked in mutual respect and challenge. Both men were stripped down to the raw essentials—no magic, no enhancements, just the culmination of years of training and experience.
Perseus had to intentionally soften his body that had been baptised in the aura of his demon rank just to make it fair. As far as he was concerned, he was going to teach Enel a lesson he would never forget.
Enel struck first, closing the gap with a quick jab aimed at Perseus's face. Perseus leaned back, narrowly dodging the blow, and retaliated with a sharp kick toward Enel's midsection. Enel twisted his torso just in time, the kick grazing his ribs but not landing solidly.
"You're faster than I expected," Perseus said, his voice steady despite the intensity of the exchange.