Shadow Slave

'Fast… too fast…'

Caster was moving with astonishing speed, his figure turning into a blur. His Flaw was a cruel one, but the power of the Aspect Ability he possessed was also incredible.

In fact, Sunny had never met anyone with an Ability as powerful as this, with the exception of himself and Nephis. Even the greatest warriors on the Forgotten Shore would have had no chance against it. Gemma, Effie, Seishan… all of them would have been easily killed by the deadly scion of the Han Li clan.

Perhaps only Harus could have fought him to a draw.

But even then, Sunny wasn't sure. Not only did Caster possess a terrifying Ability, but he was also one of the most skilled swordsmen of their generation. He also had a whole arsenal of Memories hidden away inside his soul. Surely, he had a way to fight while blinded.

…That's why Sunny did not waste any time trying to destroy the Memory lantern illuminating their surroundings. Instead, he just trusted his sword, and met Caster's attack with his own.

Two swords collided in the air, and in the next moment, Caster flew past Sunny and slowed down, eventually coming to a stop. A drop of blood fell off the tip of his jian.

Sunny staggered.

'Curse you…'

The sleeve of the Puppeteer's Shroud was torn, and there was a shallow cut on his shoulder. He had managed to deflect the strike aimed at his heart, but wasn't fast enough to avoid being wounded after all.

On Caster's face, there was a dark expression. Looking at Sunny, who was still alive, he grimaced and spat:

"Not bad. This is going to be entertaining, at least."

Hidden behind the mask, Sunny grinned.

"Oh, yeah. I'm having a lot of fun myself, thanks."

Of course, that was a lie.

been the only person to defeat Nephis. Granted, all of them had been much weaker back

completely lethal. And yet, he was incomparably slower. In terms of pure physical ability,

against Caster. He

her swift enemy. She had anticipated Caster's moves instead of reacting to them, and due to that, his speed advantage had been made less severe. This was what Sunny had to do

possess an intricate understanding of the underlying

one such man. He had obtained clarity a long time ago, and spent every waking hour sharpening his skill and instincts. His mind had entered into the state of flow, making his perception stark and all-encompassing, his

him a chance

jerked the Midnight Shard sideways, blocking the ghostly green jian at the

'Up…'

collided. A split second later, the Legacy brought down his sword in a downward slash, aiming at Sunny's

'Thrust at the neck…'

Sunny in the shoulder. This time, the leather pauldron of his

jian back and then immediately thrust it forward, aiming to cut the enemy's throat. The Midnight Shard awkwardly pushed the gleaming

'Damn it!'

echoing expanse of the Crimson Spire

matter how cunning and perfect Sunny's movements were, he couldn't make up for his lack of speed completely. Months of training, hundreds of battles, countless hours spent gaining insight into the inner workings of swordsmanship... Caster had done all of that, too, and then some. And he

somehow, Sunny was still alive. Not only was he alive, he

blade of Caster's sword instead, then whipped his empty head forward, as though trying to punch the Legacy

however, a ghostly stiletto appeared

the jian. Sunny barely

him a contemptuous glance, Caster

was there when Changing Star gave you

teeth and lashed out with the austere tachi, buying himself

guess it slipped

sword. Caster easily dodged the stiletto, deflected the tachi, and kicked him in the

of a second,

forward. The gleaming jian