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

Perhaps in a smaller place where you could

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

promoted to the rank

Fernand knew he deserved

to be among the Deadly

had to

far…

his blade as he glared at the man he would soon

fight as a warrior, but it seems you

activate his Skills

room

Mind]. [Elevate].

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

weapon and mind move at

happened, he could think very fast even

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

abilities so that they could match his mind and weapon's speed… made him a perfect

to be evaded or

truly made

imbued his weapon with powerful and dense

energy that cuts

on his side, he could easily

'Die for your foolishness.'

target in one breath, his blade already raised to cut

you have defenses, I'll cut

the true nature of

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

Fernand met heavy

definitely been heavier and faster

even added

was this man's

'W-who are you?!'

the mask slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly

already told you…" His calm voice echoed in the air, and Fernand

it wasn't in slow

being activated, he was perceiving the opponent

that? We're his Skills not

those

very simple, but unacceptable