A vivid red mist, as if blossoming from blood, spread slowly.

The mist, which sank down, stuck to the frozen ground, and the mist that flowed with the wind painted the air.

It was as if the world itself were being soaked in blood, and Spada let out a hollow laugh.

"Isn't this a rather violent ability for someone so refined?"

That wasn't all. Spada clenched his fist, feeling the tingling sensation in his fingertips.

Although it wasn't visible to the naked eye, the hostility coming toward him, as though it were slashing through him, was just as chilling as the blood aura itself.

His body, unaffected by the cold in the nearby area, instinctively felt a sense of danger in the face of that hostility.

[Don't try to pin the misunderstanding you've created on others.]

The wind approached. The pungent, blood-tinged aura brushed against his nostrils in the cool chill.

Lee Ha-yul's body was wrapped in the blood aura, not clearly visible, but the aura's advance was plainly visible.

The blood aura, which had been approaching, suddenly accelerated.

The red streak stretched out. A short distance was closed in an instant.

Spada furrowed his brow and raised his arm.

Swish! The snowflakes that overlapped with the trajectory were cleanly cut with a sharp slice.

Even the farthest end of the expanded blood aura was severed.

He missed. Something suddenly shot out from the blood aura, which had burrowed below the trajectory. A fist, wrapped in a red mist.

Spada slashed his hand down.

* Bang!

"Ugh...!?"

He hit it, but he couldn't sever it.

The force pushing back was far stronger than he expected, sending a shock through his arm. The blood aura-covered fist pushed his blade away.

Spada's eyes widened in shock.

Avoiding the blow was understandable. You can't hit every attack.@@novelbin@@

But to have it bounce off without leaving even a scratch?

His foot slipped back. Spada gathered his mana.

The intangible energy coiled around his arms. His unique ability intertwined and wrapped around them.

His arms were like swords. Capable of cutting through iron like tofu and slicing the skin of even the toughest monsters with ease.

* Bang!

Again, he couldn’t cut through.

The blood aura-covered fists skillfully blocked the strikes, deflecting them with expertise.

‘Not an assassin, but a martial artist?’

Seeing how the opponent hid his presence, Spada had assumed he was an assassin, but after exchanging a few blows, it became clear that wasn't the case.

* Crash!

* Chk-chk-chk-chk!

* Bang! Bang! Boom!

* Szzzt...!

* Bang!

* Tch!

* Crunch!

* Boom!

* Bang!

* Bang!

* Whoooom!

* Grr...

* Grrr...

* Murmurs...

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