"Why? Why is this happening?!"
When he realized he could not heal the wound, Antonio Alexan's face twisted.
"What an ugly sight. You've never had to worry about getting hurt in a fight, so you instinctively ignored danger—even the kind that could truly hurt you."
Werther stood with his sword in hand, his breathing gradually steadying.
He had inflicted such a wound on Antonio Alexan not only because he had expended so much stamina, but also because Intent Blood had undergone a crucial transformation two days earlier. It had reached its final form.
Its appearance had changed only slightly. The blade was long, sharp, and thin.
Unlike an ordinary longsword, which was better suited to thrusting, Intent Blood had subtly changed to suit Werther's fighting style of chops and horizontal slashes, strengthening the force of his cuts.
After its evolution, Intent Blood had few abilities. To be precise, it had only three.
1. Absorb Life Force.
2. Soul Severing.
3. Crimson Regalia.
Those were all of Intent Blood's abilities now. Its other, less focused abilities were not especially useful in battle, so it had discarded them all.
The most important quality of a sword was its sharpness—an edge that could cut through anything. Intent Blood had achieved that. Even among the Supreme Grade Blades, its edge was undoubtedly among the finest.
A sword's abilities were not what mattered. What mattered was the person wielding it.
Absorbing Life Force and Soul Severing had remained only because they were so useful.
Intent Blood had lost some abilities, but it had become purer.
With most of his stamina restored, Werther's fighting strength returned.
Antonio Alexan, whose arm Werther had severed, glared at him coldly. Werther answered with the sword in his hand.
Werther's figure flashed again and again. In an instant, he was