‘There are dozens of divine effects in the sword.’ 2

Judar acknowledged that Grid’s performance had never been inferior to his. In particular, he was wary of Grid’s swords. They possessed all sorts of bizarre functions and were deadly to the body. They were so powerful that they even rendered the shields made of magic and divine power almost useless. In addition, the wounds they inflicted didn’t heal properly. 7

He now completely understood why the dozens of dragons didn’t manage to overpower Grid. They probably needed a breather every time a blow hit them, having to constantly change those who attacked. Even worse, the narrow space meant they couldn’t take advantage of their numerical advantage at all. 1

‘I thought that after reaching old dragon-level, I could easily win against Grid since he wasn’t able to beat the old dragons. I was wrong. It was a mistake to leave Asura behind.’ 12

He had regrets, but it was too late for such things. 1

Now that things had turned out like this, Judar had to overcome the crisis alone. His mind was racing. He learned how to use his power and magic in real time. Since he was an expert at making barriers, he had a plan to utilize them at the right time. 0

“Produce.” 6

A translucent sphere appeared in front of Judar instead of around his hands, aiming at the sword dance of the charging Grid. 0

“Distortion.” 0

The sword dance was sucked into the dimension and reappeared somewhere else–right behind Grid’s back. 0

Absurdly, Grid’s sword dance stabbed at himself,...0