บท 112: Golden Will 4

Lucas's relentless assault continued, his strikes coming faster and harder.

Each swing of his sword seemed to carry more weight, more power, as if he was drawing on some deep reservoir of strength.

I could see the determination in his eyes, the fierce resolve to win at any cost.

'I need to find a way to turn this around.'

Blocking another powerful strike, I felt my arms tremble from the impact.

My stamina was depleting rapidly, and I knew I couldn't keep this up for much longer.

I had to think, had to come up with a strategy that would give me the upper hand.

Tsk…

I was in a real pinch right now, so close to a really painful injury and even potential death… and yet why couldn't I help but be happy about this situation right now?

Looking at Lucas's serious face that seemed to be itching to land a strike on me, a small smile almost crept onto my face.