A dark glare swept over the two of them.
Opening his mouth, Galion declared:
“I’m not going to kill you. You’re going to die from your wounds anyway.”
He sighed.
Five seconds. Countless sword trails flashed through the air.
With a single arm, Galion had executed more than ten strikes with his tachi.
The result: Asti’s arms were covered in scars, blood pouring out.
Iloy saw his own abdon marked with sword cuts—neither too deep nor too brutal, just precise enough to make him suffer.
Asti bit his tongue; not a single cry of pain escaped his lips, but simply holding his sword was pure agony.
For Iloy, it was different. He felt like he could drop dead at any second.
And that was deliberate. Galion had hit him harder because he’d managed to take his arm.
It hurts like hell, Iloy thought through the pain, eyes locked on Galion.
Seeing that Asti was still facing him, Galion slowly walked forward, lowering his tachi.
Despite the defeatist thoughts creeping in, Asti did the sa and lowered his blade.
Halfway there, both n stopped. Barely three ters separated them.
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Blood still dripped from Asti’s mouth.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
On the third drop, Galion slashed diagonally.
Asti barely dodged and swung horizontally.
But the strike was too obvious. Galion evaded it effortlessly.
What followed was a furious exchange: diagonal, horizontal, vertical, low to high.
In this kind of fight, precision and speed were everything. Unfortunately for him, Asti was completely outclassed in both.
His clothes were sliced. His skin was sliced. His entire body beca a canvas of cuts.
And yet, he stayed on his feet, still trading blows with Galion.
Iloy lost his voice. A burning urge to stand surged through him. But his affinity card consud far too much energy for a human kingdom—he was completely drained.
All he could do was watch, powerless.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Those were the only words looping in Asti’s head.. Every other thought had vanished, erased.
His eyes narrowed, fighting the urge to vomit.
He slashed downward diagonally. Missed Galion by a hair—the man had simply stepped back.
Galion closed in and slashed upward diagonally.
He was surprised to see Asti not even try to dodge, instead swinging horizontally straight at his abdon.
Galion said nothing, but accepted the gamble.
His tachi carved a long gash across Asti’s torso.
At the sa mont, Asti felt his blade connect—only to look down and see the tip caught firmly in Galion’s hand.
Seriously… I can’t even land one real hit? Asti thought.
He felt himself falling backward.
Standing over him, Galion spoke:
“Soon, there will be a great battle. The final one between the three powers. The prize: the entire planet.”
Asti stared at him in disbelief, but sohow found the strength to answer:
“And how the hell does any of that concern ?”
Pointing at both Asti and Iloy, Galion said:
“I didn’t let you live for nothing. Call it what you want—I don’t care. What I’m saying is: I’ll be waiting for both of you there. And I’ll kill you. So beco worthy of facing . I underestimated you and lost an arm. Next ti, all you’ll find is death.”
Asti and Iloy stared, stunned… then furious.
To them, he’d just said they were so pathetic that killing them here wouldn’t even be satisfying.
“Fine,” they answered in perfect unison. “Wait for us. You’ll regret letting us live.”
Without another glance, Galion vanished into the shadows. He simply picked up his severed arm and walked away.
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On the other side, Darlius, Dirios, and Degis were being utterly dominated by Lusus—no contest.
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