No matter how incensed Wolf Prime became, the outcome remained unchanged.
John's energy-blade moved like Flowing Light, slashing the horizon with agility and fierceness.
An unprecedented pressure bore down on Wolf Prime, causing sweat to bead on his brow.
Aware that his Rage State's duration was dwindling, desperation consumed him.
He mustered all his might, launching ferocious axe blows, but never managed to land a hit on John.
Just as despair took hold, John gently raised his blade, intentionally meeting Wolf Prime's axe.
With a slight touch, the axe was flung away, leaving Wolf Prime retreating, his complexion as pale as parchment.
The Rage State concluded.
Wolf Prime stiffened, mirroring Dirge, succumbing to an inevitable weakened state.
"How... How is this possible? How can you resist the system's penalty? This isn't in line with the game mechanics!"