As soon as his eyes t his son, Norman advanced without hesitation. His body erupted in an aggressive and direct movent, with the clear intention of ending the fight in a single blow.
He could feel, with the experience of soone who had gone through countless battles, that Davi had not yet activated his ability, which was why his aura was so weak.
He had already understood that his son had the ability to temporarily beco powerful by borrowing skills from others.
The axe descended with violence, as if it could split the arena itself in half. However, at the last instant, Davi managed to dodge by a hair's breadth, his heart pounding, his breath heavy.
He knew he couldn't continue like this. Without wasting ti, he activated , allowing the flow of mana to pass through him and drastically raise his stats, at least enough to compete.
"Die!" Norman roared, swinging the axe in another devastating arc.
Davi raised his arms, using his sword to parry the impact. With each block, he felt his muscles ache in pain, as if the weight of the blows was crushing his bones.
His feet dragged backward, carving furrows in the arena floor, and his body trembled under the pressure.
Still, with each exchange, he began to get used to his father's speed and brutality. His body reacted, adjusted, responded to danger like a survival instinct refined by battle.
It was then that Norman broke into a maniacal smile, a wild glint in his eyes.
"Congratulations..." he said with contempt, his voice laden with sarcasm. "It seems that borrowing power from your won was enough for you to keep up with ... in my base form."
The words echoed through the arena like a punch to the gut. Before Davi could even respond, Norman's body began to change.
His hair bristled violently, while sparks danced over his skin. Lightning enveloped him in aggressive waves, crackling in the air.
Then, without hesitation, Norman simultaneously activated and , beginning to concentrate mana into his hand.
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