Victor's right hand had already gripped the Crimson Flame Fang; Shadow Blink could be activated at any moment, but... it was not time yet.
On the ground, Noah stared at the rapidly approaching bone blade, and time seemed to slow down.
The previous thirteen clashes... every movement, every angle, where the Sword Wolf's left claw came from, where its right claw would land next—everything replayed inside his mind.
Why had he been knocked away? It was not because of strength; the disparity in strength had existed since their first clash.
The real problem was... he had been defending. He had been defending the entire time, but why did he have to block?
The purpose of a sword... had never been to block the enemy's sword; it was... to strike the enemy first.
At that moment, the look in the young man's eyes suddenly changed. Within Victor's vision, system notifications began flashing madly.
[Target has entered a state of extreme mental concentration.]
