The Sword That Shook Dario's Heart
Dario shook his head with a pale face and said, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! How can such a sword technique exist in this world? It must be an illusion. Yes, this kid must have deliberately created an illusion to wear down my will and make me retreat…"
His breathing had already become unstable.
The hand gripping the Abyss Sword trembled slightly.
That tiny movement did not escape the eyes of the surrounding experts.
Hektor's expression gradually turned serious.
He understood very clearly what it meant for a swordsman's hand to tremble.
Fear.
Dario…
Was afraid.
The violent winds continued howling across the wasteland. Endless leaves floated beneath the darkened heavens like countless blades waiting silently for slaughter.
Every inch of space felt filled with invisible killing intent.
Dario's eyes suddenly lit up as he looked coldly at Leon.
