Heroic

Gilan stood behind President Caesar.

His expression was grave as he stared unblinkingly up at the projected image in midair.

The handsome blond young man stood alone with a sword, fighting Apostle Biwo and three leaders of the secret society.

The plaza had been surrounded by dense ranks of troops and tanks. Pala seemed like a trapped beast, with no hope of escape.

Yet the battle was not the one-sided crushing defeat one might have expected.

Pala was actually holding his own against four opponents at once!

Clang clang clang!!

The crimson, translucent Philosopher's Sword danced rapidly, tracing dozens—perhaps hundreds—of afterimages as it clashed with a gem-studded cross sword. Sparks flew, and ringing steel echoed without end.

The piercing sounds of metal striking metal reverberated throughout the plaza.

Pala was currently fighting Blood Colonel Hellman. Their swords moved too fast to follow, silver and blood-red swordlight spraying outward as their figures blurred into nothing but afterimages.

Like one silver and one red sphere colliding at tremendous speed.

It was clear that Pala's swordsmanship was exceptionally refined. Even in direct combat against Hellman, he was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

But three more powerful opponents watched him from the side.

Songstress gently raised her hand. A candlestick-shaped instrument covered in silver bells appeared in her palm, and she gave it a soft shake.

Jingle!

Almost the very next second, illusory black flames erupted across the blond young man's entire body as he fought.

Pala glanced at the black-robed woman dozens of meters away, his expression unchanged.

He thrust out the Philosopher's Sword, accurately striking the forte of Hellman's cross sword with a sharp clang.

As sparks scattered, Hellman was stalled for an instant.

Their fierce exchange came to an abrupt halt.

Taking advantage of that opening, Pala slid several