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

smaller place where you

so, in a search for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon

was instantly promoted to the rank of the Heads of

knew

enough to be among the Deadly

just had to merit

that I've finally made it this far…

as he glared at the

as a warrior, but it seems you

Skills

was no room for

Mind].

Skills that made him a deadly force that could

Mind] made his weapon and mind move at such fast rates that

could think very fast even in

it would be too

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

to be evaded

what truly made him

and dense energy—Mana

Aura… the energy that cuts through

could easily cut down a nobody that stood

'Die for your foolishness.'

in one breath, his blade already raised to cut him

you have defenses, I'll

the true nature of

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

again, Fernand met heavy resistance

strike had definitely been heavier and faster than ever

added

was this man's defenses so

'W-who are you?!'

mask slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly as Fernand felt

told you…" His calm voice echoed

it wasn't

he was perceiving the opponent in real

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

those were the

was very simple, but