Tat!

  With strong footing, the body moved ahead.

  As the distance narrowed, Ian’s face came into view.

  Smiling.

  He looked so calm that it was hard to believe that it was a battle.

  Of course, Irene wasn’t offended by that.

  His opponent is the best on the continent. Perhaps, the strongest in the world.

  It didn’t matter to him if Ian was smiling or standing still with bare hands.

  ‘With full strength!’


  Irene’s eyes lit up. It wasn’t just his eyes.

  What bloomed from his sword… in a sense, was a mysterious crystal power that was closer to sorcery than sorcery.

  A brilliant white light covered the blade.

  Aura Sword.

  Ian, who was the strongest, showed the technique that only a Sword Master can use.

  “I had no intention of using this…”