Hart's pupils scoured the dark meadow.

'Left and behind.'

The slightly wobbly sword completely blocked those two directions. At that moment, the morning dew on the meadow’s grass became sharp daggers that flew toward him.

‘Even a time lag attack? Amazing.'

Hart couldn’t afford to let his guard down even for a moment. Seo Jun-Ho’s way of fighting was vicious because it seemed to completely drain the opponent’s soul.

"Slope."

Hart’s swirling sword aura drew diagonally.

Swooosh!

His attack tore through space and found the left arm of Seo Jun-Ho’s clone.

"Ah! Fuck! My arm!"

"Endure it!"

"I won’t endure it! I can't endure it! This hurts like hell!"

The clone continued crying, but he didn’t stop swinging his sword.

‘The clone’s body is definitely worse than the main body.’

Of course, the main body was wearing an outstanding armor called Midnight Sun, and the level of the clone was definitely worse as well. But despite that, the clone gave Seo Jun-Ho an unreal tactical advantage

‘The clone can share his thoughts with the original in real-time.’

The clone was tricky and unpleasant to deal with. The clone was also attacking from directions Hart didn’t want to receive an attack from.

‘And one more…’

Craaaack!

Hart kicked off of the ground to retreat as he quickly deflected the shards of ice flying toward him.

‘This little devil keeps looking for openings to use and attack me.’

The battle lulled for a moment, and Hart laughed dryly. Since he was capable of pushing him to this extent, wasn't...