The Sword That Shook the Forsaken Domain
"No, impossible! How can he know such a sword technique?"
Magnus' furious roar echoed beneath the blood-colored sky.
His eyes were completely red now, veins bulging around his forehead as he stared at the terrifying purple sword intent hanging above the battlefield. His breathing had already become unstable.
The pressure released by Leon's sword was not only suppressing the Inferno Swift Bird.
It was crushing his pride.
For years, Magnus had considered himself one of the top experts among the younger generation of the Sky Breaker Academy. Even after suffering humiliation in Ashford City, deep down, he still believed that Leon had only won through tricks and timing.
But now…
As he watched that horrifying sword domain unfold before his eyes…
He could no longer deceive himself.
That sword was real.
That pressure was real.
That monstrous talent…
Was real.
Crack.
The tree trunk beneath Magnus' fist split apart completely.
