The battle should have been over.
Varian was a Stage 4 Aura Knight.
A walking disaster of power, precision, and sheer unbreakable will.
And yet—
He was losing.
No, he wasn't just losing.
He was being toyed with.
The Overlord dodged everything.
Effortlessly.
Like Varian's attacks were nothing more than an inconvenience.
Varian roared, swinging his greatsword with all his might—
The Overlord tilted his head, amused.
And then, he caught the blade.
With his bare hand.
CRACK.
The ground beneath them shattered from the sheer force of the impact.
But the Overlord didn't even budge.
His fingers tightened around the blade.
The steel whined in protest.
Varian's eyes widened.
"W-What—"
The Overlord yanked the sword forward, and kneed Varian directly in the ribs.
CRACK.
Varian flew backward, smashing into the stone walls of the arena like a ragdoll.
Blood spattered onto the ground.
The audience gasped.
The Overlord rolled his shoulders, flexing his fingers.
