Clang!
The sword, swung honestly, collided with Iphomia’s arm, producing a noise.
In the blink of an eye, she enveloped her arm with ice, blocking my attack.
Despite her pain, I was surprised to see her quickly block my attack.
Even when I erased a red mist the size of a fist with the power of the Torturer, people would say they felt like their bodies were about to be blown away.
That size alone could significantly affect a person’s body.
But the pain Iphomia felt was only as large as her own size.
