"Windblade Swordstyle, Third Form: Shred."
The vines and roots had swarmed around Robin, enclosing him in a thick sphere. He was no longer visible.
The squad stood frozen and nervous.
He'd been trapped before he could activate his swordsmanship.
Then, a flicker.
Golden mana leaked through the gaps in the vines.
Suddenly, the sphere exploded into fragments. Vines and roots were shredded into tiny pieces, torn apart by a burst of rapid slashes within a tight one-meter radius. The air hissed with the force of his cuts.
The Barkspawns screeched with fury. Thorn-covered vines whipped toward Robin from every angle, faster and more unpredictable than before.
But it didn't matter.
He sliced each one the moment it entered his range. Clean, precise and relentless.
Then he narrowed his eyes, spotting movement deeper in the trees.
