*Whiz!*  

A bone-chilling sound pierced through the air, and the Green Dragon Crescent Blade slashed past my neck, missing by a hair's breadth. I twisted my head to avoid the blow and swung my sword horizontally with full force. *Thud!* The protective blue light shimmered, absorbing the impact of my sword strike.

He’s strong. As expected from the illusion of a warrior bestowed with the title of *Master*. Even though he had been weakened to match the level of the players, his attack was terrifying.

The attacks weren't particularly fast. If Melissa, Eleonora, and I prioritized speed as Masters, …