Capítulo 455: The Most Cruel

Their clash of blades only continued to accelerate in speed; both unable to pierce through the other's defense. 

The Stormfallen champion furthered himself into the aquatic element he shifted in, elongating his limbs as they propelled like perpetual beams of water, slashing from unorthodox angles. 

It was an inhuman sword style he was put up against; instead facing swordplay that more resembled how one would fight with a whip. 

The more he amplified his speed, reinforcing his limbs, all to match the flurry of curving attacks from the frosted greatsword, his body screamed at him to stop. 

--But instead of giving in, he continued to double-down. 

There…! He thought. 

While shrouded in 'Dusk Waltz', he engaged in a step through the shadows, bringing himself to an advantageous position just as he predicted the trajectory of the wildly-swinging greatsword, allowing himself to counter with a slash.