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.'

do so, attention was better

in a smaller place where

and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang and

instantly promoted to the rank

Fernand knew

to be among

just had to merit

now that I've finally made it this far…

at the man he

seems you simply want to die

his Skills and strike at

no room

Blade]. [Swift Mind].

that Fernand had—the very Skills that made him a deadly force

his weapon and mind move at such fast rates that time

very fast even in the shortest

too, it would be

that improved his physical abilities so that they

be evaded

his final Skill was what truly made him a nigh invincible

weapon with powerful and dense

Aura… the energy

side, he could easily cut down

'Die for your foolishness.'

and his target in one breath, his blade already raised to cut

you have defenses, I'll cut them all

the true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

Fernand met heavy resistance from his

been heavier and faster than ever

even added Aura to

was this man's defenses so

'W-who are you?!'

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

you…" His calm voice echoed in the air,

it wasn't in

being activated, he was perceiving

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

of those

was very simple, but unacceptable to