Taking a firm stance, Reese left a single opening. A small but clear opening that even those in the depths of madness would notice. In just a blink of an eye, there was a blade coming toward his left shoulder.
"You really thought that I was so weak?" Reese seemed to have spoken in the same instance that he had left the opening.
Before anyone could see what had happened, Reese's abyssal sword had slashed sideways. The pressure that had come from the single slash was enough to cause the air to feel frozen. Much more than frozen, as if it had been forcefully stopped.
This was the pressure of the sword aura that both Reese and his abyssal sword had cultivated. Every single practiced move, every single drop of sweat, and every single second of his training had resulted in moves like this. Speed that surpassed any other swordsmanship with perfect execution of his ideals.
