Chapter 101: Classroom of the Exorcist Soul
The entire assembly was in chaos, and Logan was already losing more blood than any human could survive. His vision blurred, the world around him a dizzying swirl of noise and movement. Blood streamed from countless wounds, pooling at his feet, staining the dirt beneath him a dark, morbid red.
"Damn it," he hissed through clenched teeth, his grip on his sword weakening. The hilt was slick with his own blood, and his strength was fading fast. He could barely stand, let alone fight.
Across from him, the second-year student, a towering figure with muscles like iron, sneered down at him. His voice boomed like thunder as he taunted, "You tiny mouse, can you even consider yourself an opponent?!"
