"Alexander Aphelion…" Shye muttered, gazing at the newcomer coldly.
In contrast, the young Yon Augennian scout hero seemed relaxed, and there was even a slight smile on his usually apathetic face.
"Shye Crowley…" responded Alexander. "Our battle has been delayed for quite a while already, I think it's time to decide who's the brightest among our generation, no?"
Shye, however, merely laughed at the young hero's words.
"Hahaha! You're still thinking about such things? How dumb."
The next moment, he sprang into action, dashing forward with inhuman speed and slashing diagonally downwards with both his greatswords.
Shye had long realized that surpassing human limits by more than a hundred points allowed him to steamroll his opponents.
It was nearly impossible for them to react fast enough to muster effective defenses, and that dangerous realization had unconsciously made him arrogant.
