As the Potion went down, it felt like a ball of molten lava surging down his throat.
"Ugh!"
Alex let out a suppressed grunt, his body starting to tremble violently.
He dropped to one knee, slamming his fist hard onto the solid stone tiles of the square. Spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread out.
The next moment, Fighting Spirit erupted from within him like a volcano!
His Fighting Spirit was no longer its usual calm, condensed self. It had become wild and turbulent, forming a violently spinning vortex around him. The vortex kicked up sand and stone from the ground, emitting a piercing shriek.
"Such overwhelming power!"
Ed, watching from the side, felt his pupils contract. He could clearly sense a new, entirely different power mixed into the Fighting Spirit—one filled with a primitive, majestic might.
The commotion was too great, and it quickly attracted the other Knights training in the square.
