Chapter 687: Three (2)
Realizing the betrayal, Lasha laughed for a while before starting to rampage like a beast.
Every time she reached out, something shattered, someone's life was endangered, buildings collapsed, and screams echoed incessantly.
"Is this all you've got!? Did you think you could kill me with this!? Cowards!"
The first to stop Lasha's relentless advance was Benedict’s great sword.
Even before the punch infused with the power of destruction could break, Benedict pushed back, and the sight of it made a smile spread across Lasha’s face.
"Suppressing power with dense aura! Insane!"
"I can’t cut power like some people. Instead, I’ve chosen this method."
Lucy’s friend, Frey, had shown Benedict how to cut through pure power, but that was only something those who reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, like her or the Swordmasters, could do.
Compared to them, Benedict's sword skills were slightly inferior, and while he could match their level, he could never completely cut through power.
In a battlefield where a single mistake can cost your life, trusting in uncertainty is suicidal. So, Benedict had developed his own style.
A strategy only possible because of his natural body and vast aura. Simply put, it was a method of suppressing with sheer strength.
"Hahaha! You really don’t look human!"