Terrifying Sword Art
"Don't worry, I'll only try one strike. If there's no chance, I'll retreat." Leon smiled, revealing a confident smile.
The smile was calm.
Too calm.
As if the terrifying Inferno Swift Bird roaring in the heavens was nothing more than an ordinary opponent standing before him.
The blazing winds whipped through the mystery woodland violently. Fire rained endlessly from the sky. Mountains cracked apart while the old earth spiky turtle continued moving slowly through the chaos like an ancient moving continent.
Yet Leon stood there without fear.
His black shoulder-length hair fluttered wildly beneath the storm-filled sky, and those purple eyes of his reflected endless sword intent.
As he spoke, he leaped into the mist.
His figure instantly transformed into a streak of amethyst light, cutting through the dark battlefield like a divine sword unsheathed from heaven itself.
"Senior Leon!"
