This was the first time Cosmo had ever felt so humiliated. He never imagined that his life as a noble would have a day like this.
He wanted to step forward and beat Amon with his own hands. However, his pride as a level five martial artist held him back. It would only tarnish his honor if he attacked a child who hadn't even reached level one.
"Enough!"
From the troops he brought, the soldiers had all fled, leaving only the mages by his side.
"Mages, attack him!"
The mages raised their hands, intending to cast fireballs to throw at Amon. But before they could, their hands were severed, spraying blood everywhere.
"What happened!?"
"Arrghh!!"
"What kind of spell is this!?"
"It hurts!!!"
The culprit was Amon. He moved so quickly that it was difficult to catch him with the naked eye as he cut off their hands. To prevent them from burning to death, he deliberately used the sword left behind by the soldiers.
"From now on, live as disabled people, you insolent fools!"
After all, they attacked him on Cosmo's orders, and they weren't his real enemies. Amon could still forgive people like them.
"You cruel devil!"
"This is too much!"
"Don't you have any conscience?!"
Amon clicked his tongue at these people who never reflected on themselves. "You wanted to kill me even though I did nothing wrong to you? Don't be naive and selfish, you fools!"
"You're the fool!"
The corner of Amon's eye twitched from the irritation growing in his heart.
He was willing to forgive these idiots, but it seemed they didn't want his mercy.
"Alright then, shall I slaughter you all?"
They immediately fell silent after hearing that one sentence.
In a panic, they quickly cast defensive spells, but Amon, using his Flash Dance Technique, was faster than all of them.
In just a few seconds, their heads fell to the snow, staining it red, leaving necks that spurted blood like fountains.
Their eyes were wide open, as if they couldn't comprehend what had just happened. In their hearts, they regretted babbling too much and not leaving the place sooner.
Now, Cosmo was left alone with Amon.
He stood frozen. Reality struck him like lightning. He never imagined that his troops would be wiped out just like that.
"Come here, boy. It's alright, don't be afraid. I won't kill you."
Cosmo felt insulted being treated like a child.
"Don't be so arrogant," he said before smirking disdainfully. "You're the one who should come here. I'm not the only descendant of Saint here. I'll show you my power as a descendant of the Steel Saint."
If the power of a Sword Saint focused on the sword, then the Steel Saint's power focused on defense. Legend even said that the Steel Saint was never injured.
"You're the arrogant one."
Amon's spiritual energy flowed from his heart through his entire body. Not only did his body grow stronger, but his aura also thickened; his red eyes glowed menacingly. Invisible waves of energy appeared, causing his nightgown to flutter and making the snow beneath his feet defy gravity.
'What's he doing?' Cosmo began to feel uneasy. 'Isn't he just trash who hasn't reached level one? Why is his presence so overwhelming?'
Basic techniques are skills that involve qi control, slashing, thrusting, running, and so on. They can all be performed easily, even without cultivation, which is why they are called basic techniques.
Many people choose not to cultivate them because they feel it's a waste of time and effort.
However, there are still people who cultivate basic techniques.
There are advantages to it. Those who cultivate basic techniques have much stronger basic attacks.
In addition, because the energy used is minimal, someone can continuously deliver deadly strikes without needing to use other techniques.
For Amon, basic techniques were crucial.
Remember when he fought Berig? Back then, Berig felt that Amon's attacks were very light.
But now, that was compensated for by this technique.
With the combination of the Flash Dance Technique, Amon's ordinary strikes were now incredibly powerful.
And the basic technique that Amon used was the Basic Sword God Technique.
As the name implies, it was indeed created by the Sword God, a god who was different from other gods because he could use techniques.
This ensured that this technique stood at the pinnacle of all basic techniques.
The Basic Sword God Technique was also one of the techniques that allowed the founder of the Lucerion Clan to become a Sword Saint.
Like any ordinary human, Cosmo blinked.
But this time, when he blinked, Amon was already in front of him, thrusting a fiery sword into his stomach.
"Uhg!"
Cosmo's eyes widened in shock. The defense he had prided himself on for his entire life, as a descendant of the Steel Saint, was destroyed by a single attack.
But he didn't give up easily.
He raised his sword, intending to strike back.
But once again, he was too slow.
Amon dragged his sword through Cosmo's flesh, finally exiting through his right shoulder.
For the finishing touch, flames engulfed and burned him alive.
Karyuken, as a legendary weapon, was no joke.
What did it matter if his level was much higher than Amon's?
As long as Amon's sword could cut him, he could die. After all, Amon had already cultivated a godly technique.
"Aaaarrggg!!!"
Cosmo's scream was louder than all the others he had brought. Even the sound waves he created caused vibrations in the air and made snow fall from the trees.
Without caring about his noble dignity, he rolled around in the snow.
Meanwhile, Amon sat down on a nearby large rock, watching Cosmo with a smile on his face.
Cosmo finally stopped after a few minutes had passed, though now he was completely naked.
"You're still alive, huh?" Amon chuckled. "Well, you are at level five after all."
"I'll kill you, you little devil!!" he roared in fury, his eyes glaring in rage.