Max swung.
One slash.
One terrifying slash that tore apart the air, the ground, and even the soul.
"No! Don't kill me!" Senior Brother Mack screamed, flailing backward, trying to raise his arms to block, but it was hopeless.
Swish!
Bang!
The sword light reached him.
And in the next instant, his body exploded into a rain of blood and ash. Pieces of flesh were scattered across the icy cave like melting snow, and not even his bones remained whole. The roar of spiritual backlash echoed in the cave, but Max stood unmoving, the Black Flame and sword light still burning in the air around him. There was silence.
"He was too shocked by seeing me using four concepts to actually put up a fight," Max muttered under his breath, his tone indifferent as his eyes lingered on the scorched and broken remains of Senior Brother Mack.
