Hughes recalled the battle scene that day; the young man before his eyes, holding a dull bread knife with a tarnished and even chipped blade, yet managed to repel the ferocious and powerful demon hand.
That fluid blade work and technique of his, every step, every breath coordinated with the attack, without ten or twenty years of basic foundation forged in blood and fire, one absolutely could not possess.
Yet the young man before him was only sixteen years old, skinny and small, with slender wrists, looking as if he didn't eat enough. How could he possess such powerful martial arts and blade work that reached perfection?
There was only one explanation: it was the ability of the Angel of War's Extraordinary Individual. The deity had bestowed upon him innate combat instincts.
