It was immensely powerful and agile, like a fish darting through water. The swordsmanship named after this principle was the epitome of ruthlessness and speed.
Hal struck upwards from below. The gleam of his sword surged, seeming to tear apart the figure on the mountaintop.
BANG!
The soil on the mountaintop trembled.
Carl, crouching slightly, rushed forward to meet the gleam of the sword.
Minor Spell Field!
At that moment, a strength of 2.1 erupted unrestrained as he swung his broad sword, leaving a trail of afterimages.
Battle Skill—Gale Slash!
Nine sword shadows merged into a screen of blades, carrying a terrifying force as they swept down to envelop the charging Hal.
Battle Aura!
They both activated their Battle Auras simultaneously. The invisible auras clashed mid-air, gales erupting from their point of contact.
CLANG...
CLING CLANG CLANG...
Sparks flew.
The sounds of impact were as rapid as a sudden downpour.
