There were no flashy moves, no deafening roars.
He simply took a step forward.
At the same time, his right wrist flicked.
The Dark Gold Longsword cut through the air, raising a low, humming peal of thunder.
Violet-black lightning flared to life on the blade once more, more concentrated and ferocious than before, like waking Thunder Serpents coiling around the steel.
Murphy glanced ahead at the shadows of the cliff face. Several Razor Hounds crouched low, hesitant and wary after their companion's instant demise. Further back, a dozen or so smaller Scorching Beasts pressed forward tentatively. His gaze was placid, as if he were looking at a patch of weeds waiting to be mown down.
His figure flashed forward like a bolt of lightning!
Fast!
So fast that even the Razor Hounds, known for their agility, could only see a deep blue afterimage rapidly expanding in their vision!
The first Razor Hound instinctively roared and swiped its claws, attempting to counterattack.
