"A human mastering the Giant Arts?!" Hass's voice carried disbelief, his brows furrowed as his eyes flicked toward Graham in the distance, standing amidst the aftermath of his colossal attack.
"Focus, seraph," Liu's calm yet razor-sharp voice interrupted. In an instant, a flicker of motion lunged toward Hass—a phantom slash.
Hass reacted just in time, parrying the invisible blade, but the force made him take a step back. He clenched his jaw, scanning his opponent for weaknesses.
"You have good reflexes," Liu remarked, his tone devoid of admiration. "But unfortunately for you, my blade is better."
Hass widened his eyes as he felt a sharp sting on his cheek. Glancing at his reflection in his blade, he noticed a thin, precise cut, and fresh blood traced the wound.
"You…!" Hass snarled, fury flaring in his golden eyes.