Chapter 415: Martial State
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‘Weak!’
That single thought echoed in the mind of the one who held his shattered blade.
Even after cutting down over nine hundred beasts in a flash, he had not gotten his fill of violence.
‘They’re all too weak!’
He had been training for nearly six months, isolated in the mountains for that long.
After spending so long tempering his body, the man had expected some sort of experience to stimulate him—allowing him to test the limits of his ability.
When he sensed the Miasma approaching him from the valley, he had been excited.
‘It’s different from the one I felt back then, but…’
This destitute had definitely felt Miasma before.
Even though he had been much younger and inexperienced, the swordsman couldn’t forget the sensation that permeated him back then.
Compared to the intensity of the Disturbance he experienced in the past, the wave of negative energy that tickled his skin was far greater.
That was probably why he had raised his expectations.
He halted his rest and dragged his sack containing all the blades he had gathered for his training.
All of them—but one—had all broken apart due to training.
Their durability was simply not good enough.
When he saw the horde, the swordsman had been ecstatic.
Finally, he would be able to test his strength against formidable foes.
Their bloodthirsty aura did not bother him in the slightest. Why would it?
All he needed to do was move his body and swing his blade. That was all he had been doing for so long that his mind and body were numb to almost any other feeling.
Yet…
>SWISH!SWOOOOSHWHOOOOSSHHHHBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
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‘Weak!’
That single thought echoed in the mind of the one who held his shattered blade.
Even after cutting down over nine hundred beasts in a flash, he had not gotten his fill of violence.
‘They’re all too weak!’
He had been training for nearly six months, isolated in the mountains for that long.
After spending so long tempering his body, the man had expected some sort of experience to stimulate him—allowing him to test the limits of his ability.
When he sensed the Miasma approaching him from the valley, he had been excited.
‘It’s different from the one I felt back then, but…’
This destitute had definitely felt Miasma before.
Even though he had been much younger and inexperienced, the swordsman couldn’t forget the sensation that permeated him back then.
Compared to the intensity of the Disturbance he experienced in the past, the wave of negative energy that tickled his skin was far greater.
That was probably why he had raised his expectations.
He halted his rest and dragged his sack containing all the blades he had gathered for his training.
All of them—but one—had all broken apart due to training.
Their durability was simply not good enough.
When he saw the horde, the swordsman had been ecstatic.
Finally, he would be able to test his strength against formidable foes.
Their bloodthirsty aura did not bother him in the slightest. Why would it?
All he needed to do was move his body and swing his blade. That was all he had been doing for so long that his mind and body were numb to almost any other feeling.
Yet…
>SWISH!SWOOOOSHWHOOOOSSHHHHBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
Weak!'That single thought echoed in the mind of the one who held his shattered blade.Even after cutting down over nine hundred beasts in a flash, he had not gotten his fill of violence.They're all too weak!'He had been training for nearly six months, isolated in the mountains for that long.After spending so long tempering his body, the man had expected some sort of experience to stimulate himallowing him to test the limits of his ability.When he sensed the Miasma approaching him from the valley, he had been excited.It's different from the one I felt back then, but'This destitute had definitely felt Miasma before.Even though he had been much younger and inexperienced, the swordsman couldn't forget the sensation that permeated him back then.Compared to the intensity of the Disturbance he experienced in the past, the wave of negative energy that tickled his skin was far greater.That was probably why he had raised his expectations.He halted his rest and dragged his sack containing all the blades he had gathered for his training.All of thembut onehad all broken apart due to training.Their durability was simply not good enough.When he saw the horde, the swordsman had been ecstatic.Finally, he would be able to test his strength against formidable foes.Their bloodthirsty aura did not bother him in the slightest. Why would it?All he needed to do was move his body and swing his blade. That was all he had been doing for so long that his mind and body were numb to almost any other feeling.YetSWISH!SWOOOOSHWHOOOOSSHHHHBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
