Bab 500: The Fear Of Death

Raze strode into the center, drawing one of his swords. Having broken and lost most of his enchanted swords except for the Ghost Blade, he'd bought a new one.

It wasn't anything special; it didn't even have an affinity for magic. But with his wealth, he'd purchased the best blade the market offered, ensuring it could at least handle the Qi he could wield.

When he got the chance, he would have to try and make a few more swords to suit his different magic.

Unsheathing his sword, he held it before him and assumed a stance. No particular feelings arose as he faced his opponent.

In his mind, he was just another member of the Lethal Bite Clan, and all he had to do was impress the assessor until he uttered the word "pass."

'I won't be able to use techniques like Descending Steps that are obviously used by the Demonic Faction, nor will I be able to use my magic. But my Qi is still at stage six, and I've further refined it as well.'