Chapter 33
Paul increased his speed.
Changed angles.
Mixed styles.
Everything he knew—
Everything he had learned—
Thrown at Rudeus.
And yet—
Rudeus kept up.
Not barely.
Not desperately.
Easily.
Comfortably.
His body moved—
Without hesitation.
Without inefficiency.
Without waste.
"…What are you—"
Paul couldn't finish the sentence.
Because he didn't know.