บท 153: The Grand Final (Part 2)

Even after being hit several times, Luke remained on the defensive. He just deflected and deflected and defended himself, repeating this tiresome process that irritated both Nebezial and the audience.

"Let's go quick, you bastard! Give it up!"

"Why does he keep dodging!? That's no the way to win a battle!"

"That bastard must have realized by now that he can't beat the great Nebezial, the next Secular!"

"Fuck you! I wanted a decent final battle, not a massacre!"

"Are you guys really blaming the half-beast? He shouldn't be more than twenty-two or twenty-four years old, while that scumbag Nebezial is almost thirty!"

"I trust that the 'Half-wolf' will turn things around! He always does!"

The truth was that the more Luke understood the way Nebezial fought, the less he found loopholes to attack. But still, he would find some loopholes.