Feron's eyes burned red as he rushed forward, his curved longsword glowing with blood-colored light.
Garion smirked, bracing himself, but his brows twitched when the blade nearly grazed his chest.
Feron's speed was noticeably faster than before, surprising him.
Garion quickly tilted his body and blocked with his forearm, but the blade managed to cut deeper than he expected.
Feron laughed, showing his teeth.
"What's wrong, Garion? Did you think I was only this strong? You fool. Did you think I'd fight without a trump card?"
Garion looked at his bloodied arm, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"So you've been hiding something this whole time, huh? No wonder you're so confident to face me alone."
Feron laughed as his aura flared even more, covering his sword with blood colored mana.
"Let me tell you, Garion. I am not a stabilization stage cultivator, but rather, I am an Awakening Stage cultivator. I just reached it, so I wanted to hide..."
