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.'

fruitlessly to do so, attention was better spent

smaller place where you could be the

for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang and proved his

was instantly promoted to the rank of the Heads

knew he deserved

was definitely strong enough to

just had to

this far… I won't be stopped by

his blade as he glared at the

warrior, but it seems you simply want to die a swift death.

his Skills and

no room

Blade]. [Swift Mind].

that

Blade] and [Swift Mind] made his weapon and mind move at such fast

very fast even

too, it would be too fast for any

coupled with [Elevate] that improved his physical abilities so that they could match his mind and

to be

was what truly made him a

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

energy that

on his side, he could easily cut down a

'Die for your foolishness.'

his target in one breath, his blade

you have defenses, I'll cut them all

the true nature

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

Fernand met heavy resistance

had definitely been heavier

even added

why was this man's defenses

'W-who are you?!'

at him, his eyes

you…" His calm voice

wasn't in

being activated, he was

We're his Skills not working? Had he

those were

was very simple, but unacceptable to