Kill or Spare?

"----"

In an instant, an overwhelming pressure descended upon Krauser.

The pressure bearing down on him was like an invisible avalanche, burying Krauser so thoroughly that he could neither shout nor breathe.

He could only remain frozen beneath Riezel's gaze like a frog stared down by a snake, not daring to move in the slightest.

He could not help roaring inwardly.

Riezel Brihaut... His power is absolutely no weaker than those two women from before!

Krauser's mentality truly began to collapse.

Why?

Why were this group of youngsters, one after another, all so incredibly powerful?

Whether it was those two women from before, that hateful Valkyrie, or the young man before him who had become renowned across the continent in less than a year, they were all so young, yet so powerful.

Before them, he was like a clown. His so-called title of Sword Saint was nothing but a joke.

"Step..."

Just as Krauser was on the verge of breaking down, Riezel suddenly moved, slowly walking toward him.

"...!"

Krauser instinctively wanted to retreat, but his pride stopped him. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand firm.

He gripped his sword tightly, causing the cold radiance on the Flame-Shaped Sword to grow brighter and brighter.

This Flame-Shaped Sword was the secret treasure Krauser had once found in that Dangerous Terrain. Together with the Special Grade Sword Skills he now practiced, it had made him what he was today.

Yet as a secret treasure, the Flame-Shaped Sword's power was greatly limited.

Because it had been specially designed and developed for the Special Grade Sword Skills Krauser practiced.

If someone else obtained it, the power they could draw out would be extremely limited, and it would be weaker than even a high-grade Magic Weapon. But if the Flame-Shaped Sword fell