Pure white sword energy cascaded down chaotically.

A deadly storm of sword aura.

One misstep, and the aura would tear through flesh and cut the body.

In the midst of it, Jin Yu-ha, battered and bruised, gritted his teeth.

“Haah, haah… damn it─!!”

Sweat poured down like rain as he exhaled heavy breaths.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Chaaang─!

Even in his unstable stance, he desperately deflected the incoming sword energy, dodging with narrow escapes, refusing to allow a fatal blow to land.

At first, the Sword Saint couldn’t hide her excitement at testing a promising young swordsman and exchanging blades with …