"It seems you truly don't understand. Something like strength simply can't be measured with a ruler... The distance between you and me isn't something you can catch up to by taking a few steps. Sometimes, even a tiny difference in strength is the gap between heaven and earth."
Li slowly released the blade in his hand, then suddenly flicked the massive sword still in Bradman's grasp. Before Bradman's disbelieving eyes, he was violently blasted away and sent crashing into the magical beasts.
The massive sword spun several times through the air before plunging into the ground.
The moment Bradman let go, the runes on the massive sword—which had contained what he believed was the absolute power to reverse the gap in strength—lost their original power. The dark curses reverted to the color of blood, and the huge sword returned to its original form. Looking at it now, it was merely a relatively sturdy blade.
Just like that, everything seemed to return to calm. Yet something discordant seemed to appear in Li's eyes once more.
Supporting himself, Bradman actually staggered back to his feet.
Li sighed again. Bradman no longer had any fighting strength left. Though Li had merely knocked him back earlier, he had actually forcibly separated him from the immense power in his hand. That alone was enough to leave him severely injured. If his body had not been strong enough, Bradman would already be a corpse.
Bradman struggled to stand, his unfocused eyes searching around for something.
After a long while, he finally spotted his weapon. Then, slowly—yet clearly at the very limit of his ability—he lunged toward his sword.
But how could Li let him have his way? Almost at the same moment, Li effortlessly pulled the massive sword from the ground. "Let me see. This is