Chapter 1635

Sebastian's sword strikes were like a gale, sharp and unrelenting, the sword intent surging like a relentless tide. Waves of power crashed toward Porter without pause, each one more forceful than the last. Porter was instantly overwhelmed by this immense pressure, struggling to breathe as if the very air was being squeezed from his lungs. His face turned beet red, and beads of sweat poured down his forehead in a steady stream. His breath became shallow and labored, and he silently cursed his fate. Sebastian moved like a shadow, making it impossible to predict his movements. He kept swinging his sword, as if weaving a net of lethal force that ensnared Porter. Each strike carried the might to destroy everything, and the howling winds from his sword made the very air scream with a high-pitched whistling sound. Porter fought desperately to block, but he quickly realized that his efforts were futile. "Sebastian, don't get too cocky!" Porter shouted with anger and frustration. His eye