In his room upstairs, Chen Chuan was at a desk, wiping down the Snow Monarch Blade and applying maintenance oil.
After today's battle, he could clearly feel that the bond between man and blade had deepened. A faint, blood-red line had even appeared on the sword's spine.
This likely meant the Mutated Organization within the blade was also undergoing a transformation, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
As he wiped the blade, he replayed the day's battle in his mind, analyzing his weaknesses. 'Could I have done better?'
In truth, the moment Boxing Lion had let him sit so close, the outcome had been decided. At that range, he could unleash his full speed and power. In a conventional duel between Fighters, nothing was more important.
Once Boxing Lion, the team's heavy hitter, was taken care of, the rest were easy to handle.
But if it had been a true, no-holds-barred battle to the death...
