Chapitre 473: The Art of the Impossible

Meanwhile, Adrian's movements began to lose their fluid grace. His steps, once swift and precise, grew heavier, more labored.

Each throw of his dagger, each blast of aether he launched toward Aurelius, seemed to lack the calculated precision that had marked his earlier attacks. The crown prince's wind barriers swatted them aside with contemptuous ease, the projectiles scattering harmlessly into the arena walls.

"He's slowing down," a voice whispered from the crowd, disappointment evident in their tone.

"Well, the crown prince is too powerful after all, comparable to a Stellar Tier Awakeners..."

Another spectator shifted uneasily. "This feels familiar... like we've seen this before, but reversed."

The sense of déjà vu rippled through the audience.