Chapter 150
*Crackle!*
Frua’s hand, gripping his sword, trembled slightly with fury.
‘Every single one of them… these pathetic fools are looking down on me.’
That rage stemmed from a boy with crimson eyes who had once been nothing more than a mere fledgling.
A child born with a body and spirit so frail from birth.
That child had been treated with contempt and ignored by the Stark Family, renowned as the strongest martial house in Lucon.
On the other hand, what about himself?
He simply hadn’t surpassed Lamas and Kiera yet.
He was a man recognized as one of the family’s leading powers. And the price for scratching that pride was bound to be quite harsh and terrifying.
*Swoosh.*
The atmosphere shifted.
He was incomparable to his previous self, who had frivolously looked down on and ignored others.
“If you’re so desperate to die, I suppose there’s no helping it.”
Frua’s sword traced a bizarre trajectory, passing right through Martin’s blade.
No, it was an illusory sword technique so perfect it seemed to permeate through the metal.
*Clang!*
Startled, Martin managed to deflect the blade aimed at his throat by a hair’s breadth.
*Tingle!*
However, the impact left his palm trembling as if paralyzed.
Frua lunged at Martin, driving him back with a relentless onslaught.
*Clang, clang, clang, clang!*
Every single blow he swung felt like a fierce battering against Martin’s entire body.
Before long, the surroundings were filled with the metallic shrieks of the two men’s exchange.
