Chapter 19
Paul exhaled slowly.
"…Alright."
His grip tightened.
"Let's see if you can handle this."
He stepped in—
And changed rhythm.
Irregular.
Unpredictable.
North God style influence.
Rudeus reacted—
But stumbled.
His timing—
Off.
His body—
Unsure.
I can't read this…
Paul pressed harder.
Angles shifted constantly.
Feints layered over real strikes.
Movement became chaotic—
But controlled.
Rudeus was pushed back.
Again.
And again.
For the first time in days—
He lost ground.
"…So this is experience."
Not strength.
Not speed.
But unpredictability.
And that—
He couldn't replicate yet.