An Extra’s POV

~WHOOSH!~

The vertical strike was smooth and straightforward.

It was bound to slice through his opponent from head to toe; shattering his skull and rending every organ he had inside.

It would be like a hot knife running through butter!

The attack descended.

Then—

~CLANG!~

As soon as the blood sword reached the Dragon's head, a loud noise filled the room.

… Almost as if the blade had hit an unbreakable wall.

Phobio took a few steps back in recoil as his brain tried to process the whole thing.

'H-huh…? What just happe—?!'

Before he could complete his line of thoughts, the blade that he now held in his trembling hand shattered before his very eyes and scattered about like glass.

'What?!'

The glass-like components of the blade turned into blood and soon returned to the orb that hovered beside Phobio.

As long as he was still alive, and there was still blood, it would gather around him.

That was a Special Privilege of his Class.

However, Phobio wasn't concerned about any benefits or Class at the moment.

Only one thing filled his mind.

'How did this guy… shatter my blade.

The blade was made of concentrated blood—the kind that had the combined fluid of hundreds of people.

'I don't see any armor or Skill being used. Is he just that durable?'

Dragons were famed to be the strongest in H'Trae, so it was a given that they would have tough skins.

why Phobio went for a dense

that wasn't enough to

facade slowly began to

suddenly heard a voice from the Dragon in

him

~WHOOM!~

closed the distance between them in a flash, sending his hand flying

on time, so

and the approaching fist

However…

~BOOOM!~

second Class privilege came in

him, defending him from the fiend that would have

"Guh!"

cause Phobio to stagger a few steps back

not done." The Dragon's voice echoed past the crumbling blood as he rushed towards

The young man ducked to his side, barely avoiding the impact

his location, but he used his actively nimble

hair danced as

so much

~WHOOSH!~

right as Phobio moved to a new position, almost as if he had already known he

happened there was no one's

~BOOOM!~

so much weight that Phobio felt his body shooting him signals

very thing cracked as Phobio's

as he helplessly remained hanging in the

bloody mess on his chest also stood

Why

echoed in Phobio's ears, he could feel something

was rising from his

Phobio's bulging eyes were fixated on the Dragon

"You dare hit me…?!"

blood that had been

"YOU DARE?!"

as the sphere touched Phobio, the

to form something massive, with Phobio

and the ground cracked as the thing that was forming had too much mass

is too cramped. Let's take this

say a single word, the being flew high into the ceiling, creating a

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"