Chapter 77
Paul accelerated.
Second strike.
Third.
Fourth.
Relentless.
But Rudeus—
Didn't fall behind.
Didn't struggle.
Didn't even adjust dramatically.
Every movement—
Minimal.
Exact.
Perfect.
Paul's breathing grew heavier.
"…You're not even trying…"
Rudeus tilted his head slightly.
"…I am."
And that answer—
Made it worse.