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

and superiority, Fernand stumbled

the rank of

Fernand knew he

definitely strong enough to be among the Deadly

had to merit

made it this far… I

brandished his blade as he glared at the man he

but it seems you simply want to die

his Skills and

room

Blade]. [Swift Mind]. [Elevate]. [Aura

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

and [Swift Mind] made his weapon and mind move at such fast rates that time seemed to slow

could think very fast even in the

moving very fast too, it would be too fast for

that improved his physical abilities so that they could match his mind

fast to be evaded or

what truly made him a

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

energy that cuts through

he could easily cut

'Die for your foolishness.'

closed the distance between him and his target in one breath, his

or not you have defenses,

true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

heavy

strike had definitely been heavier and faster

added Aura

was this man's defenses so

'W-who are you?!'

in the mask slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly

voice echoed in

wasn't in slow

his Skills being activated, he was perceiving the opponent

Skills not working?

those were

very simple, but