Unfortunately, it was too dangerous to follow.
There were two level fifty-five elites stationed at the gates, and strangely, they simply let the invader pass.
Daru's eyes narrowed slightly as he fell deep in thought.
He wasn't keen enough to notice such subtle changes, but his brain wasn't as resistant to thinking anymore, honed and forced by the unforgiving, underworldly realm of Limbo.
In the past, he didn't like using his brain for other matters, subconsciously feeling that it dulled his senses and intuition with the sword.
Overthinking was never a good thing in a competitive wooden sword duel inside the safety of a renowned high school in Neo-Earth.
After all, one wouldn't die, only lose the match.
Overly using one's brain in such a situation was only detrimental, and an intense focus on a one-on-one match was more helpful than an overactive brain.
