“I can’t believe this…”0

Aidan stood there, unable to tell whether the scene before him was real or just a dream. 0

He had defeated Simon Coden—one of the ten strongest warriors on the continent, a man whose power rivaled even the five Sword Masters. Now, Aidan had undeniably ascended to their ranks.0

He was trembling—not from fear alone, but also from exhilaration. 0

Boom―!!0

Clang―!!0

The massive greatsword tore through the air, causing everything in its path to burst into fragments. 0

The battle with Simon Coden had been a duel of assassins—one where a single, decisive strike determined the victor. Aidan hadn’t won by surpassing Simon in every way but simply by landing that lethal strike first. That was the essence of an assassin’s fight.0

But now, Aidan felt as if though he had finally grasped the essence of true combat. Power versus power, speed versus speed—the fighters clashed relentlessly, with neither yielding an inch.0

“Raaaahhh…!!” Hwarin let out a fierce roar as she lifted her enormous greatsword above her head. She then brought it down vertically with all her might, the blade descending like a guillotine. 0

Crash...!!0

The earth shuddered, the snow vanishing in a burst of heat....0