Cracking his neck with a heavy exhale, Asher assumed a heavy sword battle stance in the shura art—both of his hands were wrapped around his sword, his back slightly hunched. His golden eyes narrowed instinctively.
'Output can't be used every time but if I time it right moment, I'll be able to maximize its effect.'
Before him, the army of gray wolves loomed, their fiery, ravenous eyes reflected in his golden eyes. He remained in the same position, holding his ground—until the gap between him and the wolves vanished!
In that instant, as dozens of wolves lunged, crimson light flared from the fine steel sword and Asher moved. With a sharp cry, he unleashed a sweeping horizontal slash, releasing a seven-meter crescent of sword light that cleanly sliced through the air—four wolves lost their legs in a single stroke!
