“Your attack was a throw. Contrary to your ambitious words, your attitude is flawed.”

The words spoke the conclusion— 

Grid’s rain of battle gear had no effect. The tens of thousands of weapons rained down like torrential rain, but they couldn’t even touch even the tip of Chiyou’s hair. In a way, it was natural. Defying the Natural Order was wielded by Zeratul, who was briefly freed from the constraints of the Overgeared World.Even this sword, which shot faster than a beam of light, couldn’t cut Chiyou properly. 

It was unreasonable to expect that the ranged wide area skill, which was slower than Grid’s sword that was directly wielded, would hurt Chiyou. No, he honestly was expecting it. The strength of the rain of battle gear lay in the fact that it was a wide area skill. It was somewhat slow, but it pressured the opponent with range. It induced limitations in evasion and blocking. 

However, Chiyou swung his sword once, as gracefully as if painting with a brush, and made all the attack trajectories of the battle gear miss. 

‘It isn’t a matter of slow or fast.’ 

Nor was it the domain of technique. 

‘Power.’ 

But what power was it? Was he simply immune to projectiles? The problem with that interpretation was that he responded by swinging his swo...