"That...that's..."
Dylan felt his mouth parched. Cold sweat trickled on his back and a shiver ran down his spine as his mind recalled the sheer perfection of that crescent arc.
He had never seen such a masterful skill as that one before. The move itself was simple and basic but the expertise and mastery behind it wasn't something that anybody could just replicate.
How many years would it take for him to reach that level? He couldn't help but ask himself this.
With a single move, Ashton showed them what it's truly like to stand at the top of this world. He had greatly broadened their horizons, allowing them to gauge that gap between them and the peak.
Ashton killed at least a million demons with a single cleave, and he doesn't even look spent. He's as relaxed as ever, he even has enough energy to mock the leader of the demon army.
