The blind swordsman, Cabelon—he sometimes forgot about the absence of his vision. It was because his ridiculously superior senses replaced his vision. In fact, he built a high level of transcendence and was a skilled person worthy of being Muller’s self-proclaimed disciple.

‘I have been properly humiliated.’

The blade was damaged the moment he hit Kraugel’s sword. Five centimeters from the end, a scratch of around 6 millimeters was made. This finely broken balance was captured by Cabelon’s senses. It was to the point of being uncomfortable.

Cabelon clicked his tongue and changed his grip. He slightly raised his index finger up to restore the balance of the damaged sword. At the same time, he accelerated the circulation of the sword energy which further strengthened the blade.

“You’ve shown ugliness. You have been wearing your sword energy all the time, so you revealed a gap.”

He hadn’t expected that the sword would be damaged. It was natural. It was a sword made of black iron that a craftsman of the distant past had hammered for 100 days, and was wrapped in sword energy. It was believed that it wouldn’t be damaged even if it was quenched in the lava boiling in Trauka’s nest.

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