Marquis Tristan’s expression darkened as his sword clashed with Aiden’s.

This man…

The sheer force behind his opponent’s strikes was immense. For a brief moment, his sword was pushed back.

Even with a single exchange, it was clear how advanced Aiden’s skills were.

Had Tristan been in his prime condition, this could have been a fair and even duel.

But why was such a powerful figure only appearing now?

Did they deliberately wear me down?

Had countless soldiers been sent to their deaths just to exhaust him?

Tristan had never encountered such a transcendent before. If soldiers’ lives were treated …