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

in a smaller place where

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

was instantly promoted to the rank of

knew he deserved

strong enough to

just had to

this far… I

blade as he glared at the

seems you simply want to die a swift death. Fair

activate his Skills and

no room for hubris

Blade]. [Swift Mind].

that Fernand had—the very Skills that made him a deadly force that could not

and mind move

this happened, he could think very fast even in the shortest of

moving very fast too, it would be too fast for any eye to

they could match his mind and weapon's speed… made him

to be

his final Skill was what truly made

Sword] imbued his weapon with powerful and dense energy—Mana that had

the energy that

could easily cut down a nobody that

'Die for your foolishness.'

in one breath,

defenses, I'll cut them all

the true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

heavy resistance

strike had definitely been heavier and faster than ever

added Aura to

this man's defenses so

'W-who are you?!'

at him, his eyes shining brightly as

voice echoed in the air, and Fernand heard

wasn't

Skills being activated, he was perceiving the opponent

that? We're his Skills not working? Had

of those were

very simple,