To his surprise, the Blood Clansman found Wya shutting his eyes tightly.
'Is he waiting for his death already?'
'It seems that there is no way for me to discover his power now.' The young attendant sighed quietly. He had only one solution left.
"Do not always think about the other party's weakness, Wya. That is what the army's commander is supposed to do." His teacher's words echoed in his ears.
Wya endured the pain and flipped the single-edged sword in his right hand around to hold it in a reverse grip.
"What is even more important is to be in control of your strongest forte."
Wya's breathing became increasingly stable. Thin wisps of sharp power that were like gossamer gathered around his right arm.
His pores were stimulated by this Power of Eradication, and the hairs on his skin immediately stood on end like sharp needles.
"No powerful swordsman in history was selfless. They only had their own swords in their eyes."
