Dimensional Descent

"Oh, it seems that your rival is acting just as wildly as usual."

An old man chuckled after hearing the news. He leaned back in his chair, taking a swig of alcohol and seemingly uncaring about Amery's feelings on the topic. He was quite sloppy for a man of his stature, but he didn't seem to care about that either.

"Rival?" Amery said lightly.

The old man's gaze flashed with a hint of coldness that was completely different from his usual demeanor.

"What did I say about excuses?"

The coldness in the man's words seemed to cause the temperature to drop by several degree. However, Amery was unmoved. He continued to squeeze and open his hand, wanting to make sure that everything was perfect. He didn't plan on picking up a sword with this hand again until it was absolutely health. To a swordsman, the hands were far too important. He would rather only use a single hand until these lingering issues were gone than to risk aggravating it again.

Hands were among one of the most difficult non-lethal injuries to heal. There were so many bones, so many fragile ligaments, and so many potential variables. Amery refused to take any risks with his future.

He was the man who would stand atop the Human Race and repel their enemies with a single sword. He wouldn't do anything that compromised that.

"When did I make any excuses?" Amery replied. "I only questioned your choice of words. I don't see him as a rival. That is all."

The old man leaned back into his chair, the coldness dissipating as he took another swig.

After Amery finished saying this, he rose up.

treatment tomorrow. My

he turned and

an annoying brat." The old

truth, he knew the truth. Right now, most of Amery's Sword Force was directed toward suppressing

it sometimes impacted his psyche. If he lost control of himself in battle and used more of his Sword Force than he should and the tribulation was released, it would be too

no need to fear Leonel at his full strength even if the latter had that bow. But, he

and that was a loss he would remember. He would use it to fuel him so that he could make sure that such a thing never happened to him

to do it. As far as he was concerned, it was nothing more than a waste

even wanted the Shadow Sovereign Ability Index

this one clearly feminine, rang through the

he needs. If he had listened to me to begin with and spent more time learning to control it instead of

get mad at my grandson when you, too, lost to Ishmael Morales. Now you're trying to project a rivalry of two

snorted but didn't say anything

the Rapax Nest to begin with and he wouldn't have suffered that injury. Let

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that didn't stop his body from being drenched in blood that was both his and not

Factor getting slower and slower. However, his eyes still maintained the same coldness,

from all sides. He couldn't even see a clear line to Aina. In fact, their Internal Sight connection had been severed by whatever interference the Dwarven Race

the throne room was only marginally weaker in defense than the barrier protecting the King and Queen. If they could destroy it, they already wouldn't be very far from destroying