Trum Gorelight couldn't believe what he just saw. "That pair of eyes… Isn't that the mythical object in many tale? How did you have it?"
"Someone gave it to me." Aldred rushed forward, blade held directly at Trum.
"Time to die, old man. Spirit Thrust!" Aldred's body shone with red light, and his speed increased by ten times.
Trum struggled to move. He could not dodge the attack because his whole body refused to move. Fractions of a second later, the blade pierced his stomach, and through the back.
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood. Aldred pulled the blade, spun, and leaped into the air. Trum looked at the young man who was in the air, staring at him with the intention to kill. But there was no hatred or resentment in his eyes.
It was simply business.
"SPIRIT DOWNWARD SLASH!"
SHEEEENG!!!
Aldred slashed down, creating a vertical, thin, red line that went through Trum's body right in the center.