Burning Soul

“Umm-mmm”

“Why are you struggling?

No one is coming to save you! Besides, He has taken a liking to you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play with you a bit!” Looking at his despicable look, Agnes couldn’t help but feel scared to death.

She had never faced such an enemy, she escaped death by the hairline difference!

He approached her with malicious intent, touching her face he smirked.

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Baaaaaang!

“What the heck!” He was startled by the sudden intervention.

“Mmmmm!” Agnes recognised who had come to her aid!

“You just signed your own death!” Milot smirked.

Before waiting for his opponent, he charged onto him, this time he was using only one word.

He didn’t take out the other one to use it.

“Fawning family treasures on your opponent huh!” The opponent saw through the weapon!

The first strike didn’t even reach him, his movements were a little too fast for Milot to catch up.

“It isn’t my style to kill without an introduction!

Dying without knowing who killed you, would leave a deep regret, wouldn’t it?” He still hadn’t drawn any weapon and dared to talk back, ‘he must really be one of the top ranks!’ Vivian couldn’t help but wonder.

“Who cares!” Milot was rather angry, he felt underestimated!

“My name is Clarke, one of the ten Xenose’s of Gnosis.

And you must be the other prince!”

“Other!” Milot had a confused look,

“Ahh,

Whatever, I need to head back after dealing with you, can you be quick and die?” His mocking tone was more irritating than the words he spoke,

“Would appreciate it if you died sooner!” Milot charged in after saying so,

His speed was greater than before,

‘Fast Leap – Heavy Sparring’

Bang!

A huge bang echoed through the forest!

The spot where he landed his hit had turned into a deep crater,

“Oho,

I took you a bit lightly, no wonder you are in line to be the next Sword Saint!” Clarke was standing on a branch of a nearby tree, unscathed.

“I think I’ll use my favourite weapon today, ” saying so he drew out a set of curved daggers from behind,

A trademark weapon of assassins, though most used straight, if he was using curved, he must be skilled.

“Come forth, Frostfang,” Milot wasn’t waiting for him, he kept changing something and finally finished before he could react.

As his chant finished, an icy halo appeared around the blade of his sword and began resonating with the blade turning it into a bright blue coloured blade.

Without wasting any moment he charged in again,

‘Boost – lateral sweeps’

Instead of using any skills, he was using the weight of his word to strike,

Though his movements were lagging.

Clarke with his Daggers was able to not only dodge but keep a good distance from him.

“C’mon, is this all you’ve got?” His provoking wasn’t heard by Milot, but he was disappointed.

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Clang!

Even though he was able to reach him now and then, he was being blocked by Clarke’s daggers way more efficiently.

Fortunately, he had good stamina and this didn’t tire him much.

After probing him a bit, he decided to take a step back.

“Now that I know what you are capable of, let’s finish this nonsense!” Looking him slow down, Clarke's eyes shined.

He saw an opening and charged in while striking multiple slashes,

Although it wasn’t much, his speed was increasing steadily.

At first, he landed just over 2 slashes in a second, but then as he started closing in on him, he began striking as high as 10 slashes!

This gave Milot no chance to fight back, also due to his speed, he wasn’t able to draw his other sword.

He could’ve used it to block while using main gear to strike back.

“This is getting more fun!” Clarke then moved past him to his other side,

His movement was so quick that before Milot could turn, he had landed a very fast kick sending him flying a few trees past!

Just as he landed, Clarke appeared right in front of him and punched him grounding him for good!

These two hits were quick fast and held a great amount of strength!

Though Clarke seemed to be waiting for nothing, he kicked Milot high again before slashing him right next to Agnes,

“This pathetic person is the best Sword Saint?

Don’t make me laugh!”

Clarke laughed wickedly as he stepped in him.

“Screw you!” Milot still wasn’t giving up,

“Huh! You can still talk?”

He gripped on Milot’s neck and held him against the tree, “let me tell you something, you might not understand the difference between our strength but, I can tell you one thing!

You stand no chance here kid!

Not a single, tiny, even the size of a rice grain of chance!” saying that he punched in real hard making him pass through the entire tree stem, shattering it completely!

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In the distance, Vivian was looking at the scene with fear carved into her eyes,

The monster of a guy whom she couldn’t even beat in running was beaten to a pulp, just like that!

It took him just a few minutes to render his movements!

Such strength!