He always believed that strength and elegance were not in conflict; the ultimate swordsmanship should possess extreme beauty, which in itself is another form of elegance.
Now he admitted that young master Kael's elegance surpassed his own.
"Trouble!" he muttered to himself as he looked at the phantom chain that had pierced through his arm.
If it hadn't been for the dungeon challenge level, a rule set by the will of the world that limited his power, he would have rushed forward to display the beauty of extreme slaughter.
On any battlefield where life and death were at stake, no opponent of the same level had ever surpassed Old White.
In every confrontation with a formidable enemy, he was the last one standing.
The anguished Wolf King knew the outcome and did not look back, leading the pack into the forest. Just as they were about to disappear into the woods, he sensed a lethal threat behind him.
