Kaspar, whose throat had been pierced, tried to gather his strength and recover somehow.

However, the axe handle embedded in his neck made it impossible for him to heal properly. The Aura Blade constantly erupted from it, disrupting any attempt at regeneration.

“Cough! You… how… g-gah…”

Kaspar’s eyes widened in disbelief as he spat out blood foam.

Just moments ago, the opponent had clearly been below his level. Their techniques had been troublesome, but they were nowhere near surpassing someone like him, who controlled even the flow of time itself.

And yet, in such a short span of time, they …