A long silence followed. Then Glen let out a laugh, the kind that sent a chill down Max's spine. "Afraid?" he echoed, eyes flashing with disdain. "Not in the slightest. I saw your entire fight just now. You've got a level 2 sword concept. Impressive for someone at your rank."
As he said this, Glen's leisurely steps suddenly became sharper, more focused. In that instant, a brilliant glow began to wrap around his body like a divine aura. Max's eyes narrowed further.
A level 2 sword concept.
The same level.
Max's breath caught for a second. 'No wonder they call him Crazy Sword…'
He'd fought many strong opponents recently, and the further he climbed in the Legend Rank realm, the more he understood how enormous the gap was between each small level. Especially after the fifth level.
