Shadow Slave

Chapter 185

The Shadow attacked with the vicious strength of a true monster. Knowing perfectly well that his strength was not enough to block her sword, Sunny desperately moved the Midnight Shard to deflect the strike to the side.

The countless hours of practice and hundreds of thousands of times he had repeated his katas had not been in vain: his body moved with lightning speed, placing the blade in the path of the Stone Saint's weapon at just the right angle. Feeling the impact reverberate in his bones, Sunny gasped from the pain and stood his ground.

Guided by the Midnight Shard, the Shadow's sword glided to the side and missed his body by a wide margin. However, before Sunny had time to congratulate himself, the Saint simply continued moving forward and slammed into him.

Being hit by her shield felt like crashing into a stone wall at high speed.

Flying back, Sunny impacted against an actual wall and rolled to the floor. A small yelp escaped from his lips.

Getting distracted from her food for a moment, Effie glanced at him and called:

"Sunny? You're alive?"

He weakly raised a hand and brought his thumb and index finger together in the shape of a circle.

"...Yeah."

The huntress smiled.

"Good! Don't die yet, alright? It's going to be really inconvenient for me to get out of here without your help."

Sunny gritted his teeth.

'...Is that all you care about?'

"I'll try."

rising to his feet, he staggered and had to lean

stood there indifferently, not

heavy sigh, Sunny walked back to stand in front of

"Again."

***

the course of the next few days, Sunny often wondered if he had really gone mad. Otherwise, why would

consisted of only three things: spending time with Effie,

spending in the deadly maze of the Dark City was by far the least dreadful. He

ruin teeming with abominable creatures as a comforting place, you should

he was on

advantageous than he imagined. Every bruise, every cut, every drop of blood that he spilled was making

stagnation, his technique was finally improving again. And it was doing so with noticable

surface of the immense didactic potential of the [Battle Master] Attribute. For someone like him, who had never received a formal education in combat, it was simply

a

observed the Shadow in the fight against a carapace

combining flawless defense with devastating offense. Each action was efficient and perfectly calculated, with blocks, dodges and deflections leading into deadly ripostes. It was solid, indomitable, and

in. Rather, it was something that she used based on her current weapons and opponents. Back when her original fought against

these two techniques were vastly different. It seemed as though she was

wish for

and unpredictable. It focused on adaptability and making it

actually designed with the

wonder where this strange style had come from, and if Changing

was determined to make sense of it, improve his mastery of the things he had already learned, and begin to incorporate elements of

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