Swoosh——
At this moment, Aiven's body was almost parallel to the tree canopy beneath his feet. His extraordinary speed made the surrounding scenery in his vision seem to twist and distort, appearing only as a long, slender phantom advancing at lightning speed.
In merely the span of a breath, he flashed in front of Rudolph, his longsword transforming into the Thunder God's heavy hammer. By the time Rudolph barely managed to raise his sword to protect his chest, it had already struck heavily.
Boom!
The crushing force left this "two-faced" bearded man with no suspense. His feet left the ground, and he was once again blown away.
At this moment, what Aiven wielded in his hand was no longer the White Sail Swordsmanship he had practiced for nearly ten years since he was eight years old.
