Zaroth took hoarse breaths as he knelt onto one knee.
At this moment in time, he regretted that he wore a suit when he entered Elysia's mansion.
The beautiful suit was torn to shreds, with most of it already fallen off and slipping from his body.
The shirt was the only thing left above his waist, and even it was nearly gone, exposing his muscular body beneath.
Zaroth had spent a lot of time training to acquire such body.
And it was all meaningless before the woman in front of him.
He knew that Elysia was strong, but this was just ridiculous!
They had been fighting for about ten hours nonstop at this point, and while he felt like passing out, she looked just as graceful as before.
There wasn't even a sweat on her forehead, and her breathing was relaxed.
She raised an eyebrow as she gazed at him,
"What, do you want to take a break?"
At her question, Zaroth gritted his teeth; he was supposed to impress her, for fuck's sake!
