Suddenly, the massive black swords began to crumble.
The arena fell silent. Every eye refused to believe what it was seeing. Those swords were no simple thing — they were raw, overwhelming power. The pinnacle of the Fourth Rank. A concentrated, wide-scale attack. An attack capable of tearing apart most of the masters present in this tournament. And yet...
The cracks began to spread across them. One crack. Then another. Then hundreds, until they covered the black swords entirely.
In a single moment, the black swords exploded. They dissolved into black dust that scattered across the sky.
But that wasn't all. The small black swords belonging to the Master of Killing Eyes had already arrived. The hidden strike that no one had noticed — the one that had struck the massive swords from within.
In the stands, the eyes of the Master of Black Lightning widened. Then he whispered under his breath: "It seems he's finally mastered it."
