Fifteen minutes later…
Leon grabbed Thalon by the neck, slammed him to the ground, and swung a fist at his face.
But just as the punch was about to land, it stopped—barely a centimeter from Thalon's nose.
A faint smile formed on Leon's lips as he asked, "Are you giving up?"
Staring at the fist hovering in front of his eyes, Thalon let out a wry smile and gave a slow nod.
"I... give up," he said with a soft sigh.
Leon chuckled, then slowly let go and stood upright.
He extended a hand, and Thalon took it immediately, using the support to rise to his feet.
"Thank you for accepting my request, Fated One," he said respectfully, bowing slightly.
Although he had expected this outcome, the sting of defeat still hit him.
In their head-to-head clash, Leon had completely dominated the rhythm, leaving him no choice but to follow.
As a result, every move and strike he attempted was easily read and countered.
