บท 187: Through Blood And Bonds Part Four

Boom—His figure crossed the remaining distance that existed between him and the Elder. His sword drew dozens of semicircular strokes in the air, and hidden in them were downward thrusts and upward slashes. The dancing blade only stopped for a split second when the elder took a step back, the two streams that had rushed to defend him had been turned into droplets that soiled Fell's clothes with a crimson-red color.

The short pause didn't take much to turn into a piercing thrust as Fell jumped forward. He relentlessly followed the elder, with his sword hand executing one sword strike after the other.