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I stepped forward.

I brought my sword down in a vertical slash.

The blade stopped dead in its tracks.

A Fourth-Rank Swordsman.

I expected him to be formidable, but he was even more of a fortress than I had imagined.

The sword in Lainer’s hands burned with a crimson aura.

“I’ll show you exactly what kind of existence stands before you.”

I knew it instinctively.

This man was the most dangerous opponent I had ever faced.

Lainer kicked off the ground, swinging his sword with both hands.

Clang!

I twisted my foot to the right, angling my blade to intercept his strike.