"You will regret that."
His tone was low, but Old Sword could tell Cassian Dravenhart was very pissed, something he wanted in order to force him to reveal his hand.
When swordsmen fight, it is best to see their strongest moves first before going in for that one attack that will defeat them.
Old Sword wanted that since the last thing he wanted was for Cassian Dravenhart to pull a fast one on him when he thought he had a sure way to win.
"I've heard that many times. So instead of saying I will regret it, why not show me instead."
Cassian Dravenhart's expression darkened, veins bulging along his neck. The blood energy surrounding his sword suddenly intensified, and within seconds, a crimson aura began spreading across the arena.
This change didn't escape Old Sword's senses.
The temperature, already low, dropped further, but unlike the cold released by Old Sword, this chill seemed to originate from the killing intent within the blood energy.
