Bang! Swords filled with mana clashed, and the sound that followed rang across the entire training ground. Like always, Zich’s sword shot forward like a storm, and Greig gritted his teeth and bared the attacks with his sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang!  Greig managed to barely defend against several attacks, but these attacks were a small minority of Zich’s attacks. The rest of the attacks fell directly onto his body. 

Slice! Slice! Slice! The sound of his body shredding clearly traveled to Greig’s ears, followed by a pinging ache; and even though he didn’t see bright red blood flowing down his body, he could feel it. Yet, he didn’t cower in fear. Only when Zich’s attacks stopped did he check his condition.

‘I can still move!’ He had felt this level of pain many times before. Now, he could tell how deep his injuries were or whether his body could still move simply by the pain he felt. 

Tap tap! Perhaps Greig had thought wrong. His legs gave out and his stance crumpled.

Whoosh! Zich’s sword aimed toward this opening, but then Greig’s eyes shone.

Flick! He placed more pressure on his legs and swung his sword. The definite strength and force his sword made couldn’t have been made without the right balance....