The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

Vikir left the main hall where the Great Banquet was being held.

He had just stepped out of the main gate and turned into the path between the training grounds and the castle.

"...."

Vikir had to stop in his tracks at the mouth of the training grounds.

There was life beyond the bushes, a blatant hallucination.

Then a black stalk snaked toward him.

An aura as sticky as honey and as red as blood, a sword strike that only a Top Graduator could unleash.

Six teeth sliced through the air, aiming for Vikir.

'Should I fight back?'

Vikir thought for a moment.

An attack of that caliber could be blocked and countered.