Adrian felt as if his strength was gradually slipping away. He struggled to even maintain his grip on his sword, and the pressure from the opponent's attacks seemed to intensify.

Reveling in his apparent advantage, the man taunted arrogantly, "Kid, can you feel your strength slowly dwindling? That's because this is my territory. Here, you will never be my match!"

"Oh really? Too bad. I don't buy it," Adrian replied indifferently. However, not caring on the surface did not necessarily mean he truly did not care throughout the course of the battle.

With the passage of time, Adrian felt his strength drain away. Right now, he was no different from an ordinary person. Seizing his chance, the man let out a triumphant roar and launched a fierce assault at Adrian's vital points.

Adrian could not defend himself from the upcoming hit that might crush him. Frustration and anger built up as he cursed his bad luck.

"Damn it!" he cursed as he desperately sought a solution. He refused to accept