Fear was evident in Ronan's eyes as he saw Percy claw his way back to the top of the arena.
Bleeding from his chest, cheeks, arms, and mouth, Percy looked nothing like the elegant first prince of Avalon, but a barbaric warrior instead.
"*pant* *pant* Not enough… *pant*...…... Not enough to defeat me…!" Percy said as he took his fighting stance yet again, his blood-red eyes filled with a resolute gaze.
Ronan, who was also breathing heavily, took a fighting stance of his own. However, his vision had became impaired; the world was spinning around him and he saw multiple Percys due to exhaustion.
Ronan had reached his limit when he hit the last five lightning strikes. However, it was not enough to defeat Percy. Right now, him being able to stand up properly was the absolute limit of what he could do.
However, even so, the smile on his face never faded. With a defiant gaze, he said to Percy, "Bring it."