The youth's stance seemed to have changed drastically as he gripped his sword.
A slender, pale silver sword light flew out from his blade as he slashed forward.
SWOOSH!
The sword light was as pale and bright as the moon, causing Amon to squint his eyes.
'Is this a sword art?' Amon thought astoundedly.
The moonlike sword light was extremely fast, even greater than the youth's movements.
Still, Amon didn't hesitate in the slightest as he moved his sword to counter the attack.
CLANG!
A resounding clang echoed through the quiet stage as both swords clashed.
"A low grade sword art?" the youth murmured under his breath, stunned by the swiftness of Amon's counter attack.
Still, his expression remained the same as he brandished his blade and took a light step forward.
The space around him seemed to bend to his force as he appeared a few meters away in the next instant, his blade already swinging down toward Amon with devastating force.
