บท 959: Disgust

Suddenly, the sound of a sword unsheathing caused Dyon to turn his attention back to Rand.

"I'll only give you one chance. Take out your weapon now, or else you won't know how you died!"

A sound that sounded like half a laugh and half a scoff escaped from Dyon's lips. "Against you? I don't need my weapon."

Surprising those around, Rand didn't get angry. Instead, he sneered, brandishing his double edged sword with two hands.

He crouched forward, pushing his sword forward. His body seemed to disappear, as though the tip of his sword was the only thing left on his person, as though it was the only thing left in this world.