The spear tips clashed, causing Aggrevain's hand to split open.
Four!
But he ignored the bleeding wound and swung his spear with force again.
This time, at the cost of a new injury on his side, he pushed Percival back another step.
Three... two... one!
As the countdown in his heart continued to decrease, the blood marks on Aggrevain's body increased with each clash.
From a distance, he seemed almost like a bloody man, with hardly any intact skin left, covered in wounds of varying sizes.
Drip, drip...
The flowing blood from Aggrevain formed small puddles on the ground, terrifying to behold.
Percival was no exception, his momentum in defense faded and he retreated step by step.
"Zero!"
When the cold voice sounded, Percival realized that he had unconsciously been forced out of the arena.
Looking at the monster before him, covered in more than twenty wounds, bleeding incessantly, but without even a frown, Percival felt overwhelmed.
