With the sound of cutting through air, the sword shot up high and the high pitched noise of clashing metal rang out.
The reason that he was able to block the boy’s overhead strike was because his body was close to dying and his movements were dulled.
Cold sweat ran down Succulent’s face. He had been too focused on the fact that his opponent was almost dead. This preconceived notion was completely blown away.
As a Fencer, Succulent who was trained on how to evade the enemy’s attacks, had used his sword to defend himself. That was how far past the norm the boy’s attack had been.
—That wasn’t an attack that could be done by a half-dead human.
This thought brushed past Succulent’s anxious mind.
No, the speed of his sword was even faster than before he was injured.
“Bastard, what’s with you?!”
To become stronger in the middle of a battle. Thought it wasn’t impossible, Succulent had never seen something like that in reality.
Rather, it felt as if he had shed a layer of something.
“What the hell is going on?! Is it a magic item? A martial art?”
His panicked voice sounded desperate, so much so that it was hard to tell which side had the upper hand.