A searing heat flared in my chest, like fire devouring my insides.
I gasped, my mouth wide open, drawing in desperate gulps of air ..
Only to exhale them as scalding steam, mixing with the blood mist around me.
"Huuuuff…"
How many had I killed already?
Slash!!!
"Faster!!"
I cut them down—one after another.
Their mouths moved, but I couldn't hear a thing.
Maybe they were screaming… a final cry before they left this world.
"Faster!!"
I left only the afterimages behind me, moving at the absolute limit of what this body could achieve.
I was struck dozens of times, but blocked them all.
It felt like I could see the future—dodging was effortless.
Their combat styles, their movements…
It was as if I had seen them all before.
My body shimmered with a black glow, shadow-like in nature.
My movements were incomprehensible.
Too fast.
Too precise.
Too powerful.
One strike. Certain death.
The Ultras no longer felt they were fighting a mere boy of eighteen…
