Blood Demon (3)

The saber and sword clashed wildly in midair, again and again.

Or was it a spear? If I let my guard down for even an instant, it would suddenly turn into a massive axe.

Just when I thought a red blade was flying at me from his right hand and blocked it, a spearpoint suddenly sprang from his left and aimed for my shoulder.

Truly, he was ever-changing.

Someone once said that if Super was an Awakened who pursued the pinnacle of strength, then the Blood Demon was one who sought the pinnacle of technique.

I’d dismissed it as nonsense, half of it exaggerated, but I was wrong.

Even if the description was a little overblown, there was no denying that he was truly aiming for the pinnacle of technique.

An Awakened who could wield every kind of weapon with ease.

In a way, it sounded like a romantic ideal. But realistically, it also meant he’d have to remain mediocre with every weapon, never mastering any one of them.

And yet the Blood Demon firmly held on to his impregnable second place in the rankings...