Chapter 356: Broken Spirit, Death And Slaughter
Steve dashed into the chaos with the intent to start fighting desperately. His body shimmered mid-motion and then it shifted.
With a crack of bone and surge of energy, he grew noticeably—his limbs lengthened, his back broadened.
Two jagged bone spikes erupted from his shoulders like the horns of a war beast. And around him, a swirling current of pure sword force took shape, silver and sharp-edged, orbiting his form in chaotic motion.
The Holt Masters barely registered the change before Steve cut through them like a guillotine.
One slash—clean, upward. A man screamed as his torso separated from his waist, his Essence unraveling midair.
Another swung a hammer wreathed in molten force. Steve ducked low, drove his knee into the man’s thigh—shattering bone—then followed with a spinning backhand slash that decapitated him in one blur of motion.
The wind howled around him, but it wasn’t wind—it was pressure, slicing, spiraling. The Sword Law made manifest.
Steve moved like a predator. Calculated, savage, fluid.
He clashed against a pair of twin spear-users, their coordinated strikes fierce and elegant. But Steve’s aura exploded outward—his sword force compressed, then burst like a spinning wheel. The moment their weapons met his blade, both spears snapped in half.
He stepped through the broken formation, his blade carving a diagonal arc from hip to shoulder. Then a vertical drop, bisecting the other cleanly.
His shoulder spikes caught the next attacker by surprise, a sword beam impaling him before Steve even lifted his weapon.
He didn’t hesitate. He turned, eyes locked on the next group forming ahead.