That extreme madness, the hysterical pursuit of attacking.
It was as if Roger had stepped out of the basic teachings of thirty-three schools of swordsmanship and, from a god's perspective, perceived the state embodied by a fully formed sword path.
Even though this path wasn't suited for him, it still greatly deepened Roger's own understanding.
"What happened?"
In just a few breaths' time, Yatagarasu Kensumi noticed the tremendous change in Roger.
If someone told him now that the man before him was someone else in disguise, Yatagarasu Kensumi would absolutely believe it.
It wasn't just the Spiritual Power Fluctuations, but everything from his attack methods seemed like they were executed by a different person.
While Yatagarasu Kensumi was stunned, the Onmyoji gathered around the two had already been slaughtered by Roger; it all happened too fast.
Roger, enveloped in a red glow, came to a halt, and only then did the sound of bodies falling echo around him.
