Juan felt as if he had fallen into an illusion where the leaves of the entire forest had turned into sharp blades.

Haranbal’s swords were neither avoidable nor stoppable. Even the wind itself seemed sharp enough to cut skin, and the singing voices of the birds were also laced with murderous intent.

‘This is not an ordinary level of swordsmanship.’

This wasn’t a level of swordsmanship that mere mortals could achieve. Haranbal’s swords were slow, but they were sharp. Haranbal’s eyes were clearly visible in the complete silence, and the color of her eyes was light blue—like that of a lake.

Juan tried to raise his sword, but he knew that he couldn’t stop Haranbal’s assault. He could already see Haranbal’s attack slicing his liver apart, lacerating his heart, and cutting off his head.

Juan could feel the traces of Berinsil, Aunkel, and the elf swordsmanship of Aruntal, who had taught him swordsmanship from Haranbal. Juan could see countless legendary figures swinging the two swords with her.

Haranbal was attacking Juan with all of their might.

It was overwhelming.

Juan couldn’t help but admire Haranbal.

Haranbal was attacking Juan on behalf of everyone’s will rather than simply performing her own swordsmanship.

However, Juan wasn’t alone as well.

Juan gripped his sword rightly, and an intense heat burst from his sword.

Juan stared directly at Haranbal.

Crash!

However, the countless legendary figures attacking Juan suddenly vanished like smoke.

Juan was about to swing his sword when he realized that Haranbal had slammed her swords into the ground. Juan was stupefied to find that the surrounding land was devastated by Haranbal’s attack.

“But why?”

Juan didn’t attack. Still, Haranbal let go of her swords first.

Juan wasn’t...