Kael swung the gleaming executioner’s sword down with full force.
Albrecht didn't close his eyes. He didn't flinch. Despite the crushing weight on his muscles and the suffocating feeling of having his energy drained, he raised his bare left hand.
He caught the sharp steel blade right before it touched his neck.
The blade sliced deep into his palm. Warm blood dripped onto the pristine white floor of the arena. But the sword stopped completely. It didn't move a single inch further.
Kael’s confident smile vanished. He pushed down with both hands, his face turning red with effort.
"What are you doing?!" Kael yelled, his neon blue eyes widening in shock. "Your strength stat is locked at five! You shouldn't even be able to lift your arm!"
Albrecht slowly pushed the blade upward. He ignored
