The swords of light rushed like a gust of wind and a downpour, completely overwhelming any chance of evasion with their expansive range.
This was Cyril Rolan's signature move and his Legendary Grace. Do not be fooled by the small size of these light swords; their power was not to be underestimated. Even true steel would be deeply scored by these swords, and thinner metal armor would be effortlessly pierced.
If he could, Cyril Rolan really did not want to bully others with his Legendary Grace, but unfortunately his opponent was too strong, leaving him no choice but to play his trump card.
Before the battle, Cyril Rolan had been imbued with several magical states, and this sword rain-like move was sure to push back the opponent, possibly even inflicting serious injury on them.
However, just as Cyril Rolan thought he was holding the winning ticket, Arthur Laine made a simple gesture: he struck his sword at the ice beneath his feet.
