An Extra’s POV

'T-this guy…!'

Fernand felt a burning rage course through his veins as he looked at the man who stood just a few meters from him.

'He has the audacity to show me his back?!'

Fernand already knew he was strong, wasn't this bordering on the line of hubris?

'I was caught off guard when he sent that pulsating attack that created distance between us.'

Still, that didn't give the fool a license to let his guard down in front of a powerful opponent.

Fernand knew he certainly wasn't going to be hit by that attack again.

'So why is he being so lax? Is he that confident in his victory? Or is he just a foolish youth who doesn't know his place?'

Fernand was willing to bet on the latter.

'It seems he hasn't experienced the ultimate disgrace—not like I have. He doesn't know there are bigger fish in this world.'

There was always someone stronger.

As a warrior, that realization had driven him to hone his strength and work even harder to reach his determined destination.

For many, though, this realization often came with despair.

They could never truly be the strongest since there was always going to be someone who was more talented or skilled that would surpass the strongest.

He experienced this when he was the Head Warrior and was bested by a Warrior within his ranks.

Back then, he had lost in every sense of the word—a fact that he wasn't willing to accept until he finally reflected on everything.

He was weaker than the current Head Warrior. He knew that.

After his disgrace, he remained in the Royal Estate in an attempt to regain his position, but nothing worked.

No matter how hard he trained, or how much work he put in, Brutus was always stronger.

He struggled against the tides so much that he began to sink so deep.

That was when an Epiphany hit him.

'There are some opponents you just can't surpass.'

try fruitlessly to do so, attention was better

in a smaller place where you could

superiority, Fernand stumbled upon

the rank of the

knew he deserved

to be among

just had to

this far… I won't be stopped by the likes

his blade as he glared at the man he would soon cut

seems you simply want to die a swift

activate his Skills

no room

Mind]. [Elevate].

were the four Skills that Fernand had—the very Skills that

his weapon and mind move at such fast rates that time seemed to slow down

happened, he could think very fast even

his sword moving very fast too, it would be too fast

that improved his physical abilities so that they could match his mind and weapon's speed… made

to be evaded or

what truly made him a nigh

imbued his weapon with powerful and dense energy—Mana that had been compressed to

the energy that cuts through

these Skills on his side, he could easily cut down

'Die for your foolishness.'

target in one breath, his blade already raised

or not you have defenses, I'll cut them all

true nature of

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

heavy resistance

been heavier and faster

even added Aura to

how… why was this man's defenses

'W-who are you?!'

him, his eyes shining brightly as Fernand

I already told you…" His calm voice

wasn't in slow

activated, he was

was that? We're his Skills not working? Had he slowed

none of those

very simple, but unacceptable to