Blind Sword Saint Calvin never imagined that he, who had been through countless battlefields, would be forced to this point by a young whelp.
"Huff...It's too outrageous. In just a few days, he's like a completely new person."
He took a deep breath, and his spatial and olfactory perception abilities instantly fed back the state and position of his opponent.
"Slash!"
Next second, a phantom silhouette appeared above the metal giant's head.
But the giant seemed to have no reaction at all.
"Clang!"
The clash of blades happened on his side as two phantom clones were ignored, and the real body's assault was blocked by the lance.
This collision meant nothing to the massive armor and the person inside, but for the frail Blind Sword Saint, it sent him flying and crashing to the ground.
Blind Sword Saint's race, who had always possessed the advantage of intelligence and mobility, had all their illusions thoroughly seen through.
"...It truly is a monster."
