"Has my speed been completely suppressed...?"
Sterl's expression darkened slightly. He narrowed his perception circle, reducing it to a range with a ten-meter diameter.
Anything within this range slowed down in his perception, allowing him to predict the next moves in advance.
This level of perception had already touched upon the power of time itself, yet even so, Sterl still couldn't cope with the superluminal strikes that Monroe was unleashing.
The sheer extremity of Monroe's speed was simply unsolvable.
In fact, Sterl's own speed was far from slow. Under the power of the Star-Bone Body, his physical form could match the speed of light—such a speed that even time itself couldn't constrain him.
But when facing Monroe's full-speed eruption, even this was not enough to keep up.
Clang!
The golden sword emitted a sharp sound as it sliced through the space, and Sterl's vision was once again enveloped by countless sword lights.
