Desperation at the Edge
Seeing Lucas step toward him one slow step at a time, Julian D'Aurelius's expression finally grew grim.
The shift was subtle—but real.
Until now, he had relied entirely on the Undestroyable Barrier Skill to tank attacks.
It had been his safety net. His arrogance. His excuse to stand still and take hits like they meant nothing.
But that trick clearly wouldn't work anymore.
Lucas's previous kick had already shaken the defensive aura badly.
He could still feel it.
A faint tremor lingering beneath his skin—like cracks spreading through glass that hadn't shattered yet… but would.
Another few hits like that…
And the protection would collapse completely.
Julian clenched his fists slightly.
Not tightly. Not confidently.
Just enough to feel something real.
The Tyrant System had just given him the skill Chaotic Punch.
But there was a problem.
It could only be used five times.
Five.
A number that suddenly felt ridiculously small.
And worse—
