Although I had removed my mask, there was no slit mark visible on my forehead, as I had asked Ume to cast an illusion spell to keep it hidden in case the mask was damaged.
"Show me what the master of the greatest warriors of the Western Continent is truly capable of," I said as I took a fighting stance.
The moment those words left my mouth, the air around Master Robert grew thick. His gaze sharpened as blue lightning danced violently along his blade.
"Brat, do you think you can bear the weight behind your words?" Master Robert muttered in a deep, husky voice.
From his words alone, a suppressive pressure descended upon me. The ground beneath my feet cracked apart from the sheer force, and it took every ounce of my strength to remain standing.
In the very next instant, he vanished from his position, leaving behind only a blurry afterimage.
My Divine Sense screamed for me to dodge, but before I could even move, his sword had already reached my abdomen.
