Ulysses tightly clasped his hand on his chest, unwilling to admit it—clearly, he was certain that Migaya was overall weaker than him, and yet the fight was evenly matched. He couldn't help but feel he was struggling, while Migaya seemed at ease.
"Omnipotent?"
Migaya chuckled weakly at the words,
"Whenever people call me omnipotent, I feel ashamed because they've never had the chance to compete with a truly omnipotent strongman. That's a style like solving equations without hope of winning; no matter how strong you are, you can't penetrate his technical depth."
He laughed self-deprecatingly and shook his head, as if recalling that Great Priest good friend of his in Ichrite.
This is why every time the Great Priest seemed to be struggling but always managed to win.
"Stop being so enigmatic. If I'm not an omnipotent strongman, then neither are you!"
Ulysses didn't know what mysterious thing Migaya was talking about, nor did he know who Ulysses referred to as a true strongman.
