‘I will kill you because you are stronger than me.’

Asmophel’s serious declaration contained a misuse of words. It was the right of the strong to kill or spare someone. If the weak talked about life and death, then it was likely that anger would rise beyond the absurdity.

‘Daring to deny the providence of power—this is a blasphemy against the martial god!’

It happened from the time he experienced the miracle of the martial god. No, Kyle had already become a fanatic the moment he peeked at the ultimate technique presented by the martial god. Dignity and rule of law were all created by strength. He was fully educated in this type of belief and only revered strength.

'I will teach you providence. You will learn with your death.’ 

Kyle gritted his teeth. He was certain there were no variables to worry about as he knew the meaning of Asmophel’s ‘Fire Sword’ title and his Flower technique.

‘I just need to watch carefully.’

Most people didn’t know it, but Asmophel’s swordsmanship didn’t only exert power when it blossomed. It also exerted power when it gave out a sparky glow. Kyle needed to be careful, but if he paid attention, there...