After Mirai swung it, his sword seemed to slice through space itself, even cutting through light, before returning to its original form.
"Ding~! Master's swordsmanship has improved. Progress toward Sword Dao: 50%."
Before Mirai could even see how powerful his sword was or find out what had happened to Thunder Tiger, the system's voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Damn it!"
Rather than showing any joy at the system's words, Mirai cursed viciously.
"This damn progress is still only 50%. Is this Sword Dao thing messing with me?"
Mirai felt that his swordsmanship was already very strong. At the very least, among Huo Ying's people, he should have ranked in the top three. Yet after another breakthrough at this level—or perhaps that level—it was still only 50%.
What use was this system?
"Urgh... Ah..."
A harsh groan pulled Mirai from his scattered thoughts. Looking over, he saw that Thunder Tiger had already collapsed on the ground. Though he was not bleeding, the agony on his face made it easy to imagine that Mirai's sharp sword had severely injured him.
As the other monsters looked at Mirai in terror, their legs went weak one after another, leaving them unable to stand steadily. Although the old monsters still appeared calm, their hearts had begun to tremble. Deep within their pupils, there was boundless fear as they looked at Mirai.
Even someone like Thunder Tiger, who was infinitely close to becoming a monster, had been felled by a single strike. Could any of them withstand that sword without being killed?
Not to mention that, besides Mirai, there was also a middle-aged man watching them.
"Mm, everyone, don't panic. What I said earlier still stands. The first choice is the one I just mentioned. The second, naturally, means certain death.
"However, if you choose