Flung aside by a single sword strike, his chest torn open by the Ship-Cleaving Giant Blade, the cut spreading all the way to his abdomen, almost splitting him in two diagonally, Viscount Awak let out a piercing scream. He never imagined that he could lose — that his opponent would suddenly make a breakthrough in the midst of battle and condense a Heart Light Body, albeit a very blurry one. How was this possible?!
Someone actually managed to comprehend their true heart and condense a Heart Light Body during combat instead of in meditation?!
How could such a thing happen, how could anyone be so talented?!
He died yet again, and with a crimson glow of blood, the Dead River Armament was about to resurrect him once more.
[—This time, this time I will not fail, I will wipe them all out!]
