Swish!

A blade wrapped in sword energy sliced through the air.

Shraaak!

There was no respite in the relentless attacks, and the number of blades was overwhelming.

The paths of the swords seemed chaotic at first glance. But within that apparent disorder lay an undeniable rhythm and purpose.

Refined coordination, honed through years of grueling training.

Movements aimed at cutting off the opponent’s escape and delivering decisive punishment.

Dozens of martial artists from the Martial Alliance moved in perfect unison, all for the sake of capturing one man.

By all accounts, the situation should have been impossible to withstand.

Yet, …