Kael wanted to get up and continue fighting, but the attacks had left him immobilized. Just as he tried to move, a burst of blood erupted from his mouth, and he felt the effects of his Berserker skill beginning to fade. The strength that had filled his body moments ago rapidly declined, leaving his muscles trembling and his entire body reeling with weakness.
Resting against the tree, Kael stared at Cedric, who stood at a distance with his sword in hand.
He had thrown everything he had into the fight, yet he hadn't even managed to force the other party to take a single step back. A look of disbelief flashed across his face as he tried to understand the gap between their strengths.
After activating Berserker, he should have been able to take on an Early Master Rank Knight or even someone at the Middle Stage of the Master Rank. However, he hadn't even been able to force Cedric to break a sweat. The realization left him feeling frustrated and unwilling to accept the outcome.
