Star Strike drew upon the power of the stars to strike the opponent…
while Severance severed everything with pure aura.
They were two different worlds of swordsmanship.
Azel didn't know how the original Sword Saint had developed Severance… it was madness beyond comprehension.
But as his sword connected, the truth struck him harder than the recoil.
The blade didn't go through.
It stopped… right against Elione's skin.
But that was fine.
That was part of the plan.
He used the recoil to push himself backward, flipping mid-air and creating distance.
At the same time, Elione's knife had connected with his side only to bounce off his reinforced bone density with a loud clang.
Azel landed in a crouch while breathing slowly with his blade angled behind him.
Elione hit the dirt a second later, a crater exploding beneath him as dust scattered.
The boy rose and his eyes… had turned red. The skin around them blackened like charred ash.
Azel tilted his head.
