Turns out, Michael was pretty fucking wrong.
Out of the 30 spars they had, he only managed to win 17 of them.
Sure, it was a decent amount, but he was merely fighting a clone, so it was a bit surprising.
Nonetheless, Mikhail was the one who was truly surprised.
"You've managed to beat me not once, not twice, but 17 times. Did you dream of something that made you enlightened? There's no way you can do that at your current level."
"Really? Then what happened?" Michael chuckled. "Sounds to me like someone's a sore loser, eh?"
Despite that, Mikhail wasn't triggered or threatened by that—in fact, he was happy.
"I'm genuinely proud of you. Whatever knowledge you gained definitely helped you, since you can now keep up with me if I limit my strength greatly," Mikhail said.
Obviously, he had to mention the strength limitation part, as his ego would deflate if he didn't.
But of course, Michael merely nodded and healed himself before hovering slightly off the ground.
