Gilwort glared angrily at Uchiha Madara, but there was nothing he could do about him. His previous strike had missed, and his weapon had been broken instead. Gilwort began to feel somewhat afraid of Uchiha Madara.
"There's still a second move," Gilwort said unwillingly.
"It's not that I want to say this," Uchiha Madara said with a smile, "but no matter how many moves you use, it'll be useless. I don't know why they say that across the entire Elzeran Continent, there isn't a single expert who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you."
"At the very least, I don't believe that. There's nothing practical to back it up," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"Since you're demanding it, then next, I'll show you something practical," Gilwort said, looking at Uchiha Madara.
"If you've got anything else, bring it out quickly. Otherwise, I'll take these people and leave this place," Uchiha Madara said.
"The princess still owes me a meal. There's no way she can get out of that," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
Gilwort gripped his broken sword and let out a roar.
Pale white energy began growing from the fractured edge of the broken sword, slowly extending upward from the break. In the end, that pale energy enveloped the entire blade, forming a longsword that was half energy and half steel.
"This move is passable. I can sense the power contained within it. Is this all you have?" Uchiha Madara asked Gilwort.
"No one has ever been able to block this move of mine." A flickering sword shadow shot directly from Gilwort's hand toward Uchiha Madara.
Uchiha Madara was quite satisfied with Gilwort's move.
In Uchiha Madara's eyes, Gilwort had only been a little stronger than an ordinary person. But the move he had just displayed truly