"I already knew that attack wouldn't kill him, but it didn't even land a severe wound!?" I gasped inwardly. How strong is an S-Rank actually?
As he drew his sword further out, the slashes on my body grew sharper and deeper.
"Sorry, Jasmine!" I shouted, throwing her toward the car.
"I told you not to force my hand!" Rudra muttered. "You and your brother are both the same—arrogant beyond bounds. When that bastard arrogantly let me live five years ago, I made the decision to kill him after making him suffer hell on earth."
"Haha! As I said, you are an insecure bastard who can't see anyone getting stronger than—"
In the blink of an eye, his sword's hilt slammed into my guts. My body leapt into the air from the impact, and before gravity could claim me, another strike landed—then another, and another. Each hit increased the distance between me and the ground by several feet.
My internal organs were crushed, and my eyes rolled back.
