The Lord Is With You (9)

A shadow appeared in Delphin’s dazed eyes; she could feel nothing in her hand.

A man charged at her, having retreated only a single step before immediately drawing his sword.

It was an uncanny sense of space. Once aura reached a certain level, it could leave wounds beyond the length of the blade. Naturally, gauging distances became even more difficult.

But Ian avoided it by a hair’s breadth. Delphin briefly wondered whether that was theoretically possible, but had no time to dwell on it.

The man was closing in. She had to stop him before he entered her range.

Delphin stepped forward and thrust her sword. A burst of golden sword-light traced a straight line.

It was a stratagem to disrupt his sense of distance. The technique was possible only because it was backed by overwhelming physical ability. Otherwise, Delphin would have been too busy retracting her sword.

But in the next moment.

Whoosh, Delphin’s sword sliced through empty air. Her eyes went blank for an instant. Instinctively, her gaze swept to the side.

There, the man was thrusting his sword toward her. It was a thrust without hesitation; she had seen no sign of him changing the direction of his charge, yet he had somehow already taken up position there...