The shock that engulfed Alvis's entire body was incredibly palpable. The figure in front of him was definitely radiating the aura of a master-rank. But what the hell was this power?
'A grandmaster-?'
Alvis's gaze became so cold that the temperature around him dropped. Regardless, he was in the grandmaster+ rank. He couldn't imagine a scenario where this attack could hurt him.
A black aura engulfed his arm as he reached out towards the azure-turned-crimson crescent slash.
To Alvis, this was one of the greatest mistakes he had ever made in his life.
The sound of flesh being sliced resounded across the area, followed by a spray of blood through the air.
The number of battles Alvis had been in throughout his life was so staggering that he had long since lost count. Many had been so intense that he had almost lost his life.