Eliron raced through a cloud of hot steam. While he was covered in many injuries, blood dripping down his body, the winter shogun was without a single dent.
This sight enraged Eliron…
By now, it was clear that when it came to swordsmanship… just maybe… mayybeee the shogun was superior.
Maybe it was the awakening the demon spoke of, or maybe it was because he was fighting someone who probably had a thousand years of experience as opposed to his two months.
But every move the shogun hit felt different… altered.
The A-rank skills felt like S-ranks, and the SSS-ranks felt like they were a level above them.
It was almost like he could somehow ascend them…
But that was not what was on Eliron's mind, right now, still locked in the madness of battle, he refused to lose no matter the cost.
No matter how far he had to go, what depths he needed to draw power from, he would dent the demons' spotless armour and take that sword!
