Do Your Best
"Mildly fucking ambitious," Aurolio said as a green light circled around him, announcing him as the winner, much to the confusion of most.
His thick jacket had a large whole on the chest, revealing the pale and nearly porcelain skin over his firm, taut chest.
He had let Estrange strike him with all his might as requested.
In the process, he had not covered himself with mana or Aura, receiving the attack in its entirety without flinching.
From the fearsome blow, Aurolio had been able to tell that his opponent had tried his best but his arm failed to capture the truest form of his ambition.
Not that he lacked enough power, as that aspect was impressive.
Perhaps he didn't have one to begin with as from the start, he must have been prepared to die.
Estrange had understood that Aurolio wouldn't let him live if he chose to fight him, which was why the pale man had asked if he truly intended to fight him.