The Marquis’ Inspector General Natin had an exasperated expression on his face. One couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying. He looked at the chiseled man who only came up to his chest. Natin didn’t know what to do.

Natin strode forward light-heartedly. This didn’t mean he wasn’t vigilant. Only after seeing twenty of his men swept away in a moment did he understand the strength and power of his opponent. The opponent’s unpredictable strategy and overwhelming strength made him extremely tense.        

Natin immediately stopped his subordinates. He couldn’t send them to their deaths. Their strength represented his power. He had invested so much in their development. Natin was a veteran warrior who had personally experienced over a hundred battles, large and small. He understood the battlefield. He was well aware of how psychological impacts affected the flow of the battle. He assessed and determined that it would be difficult to beat his opponent in this state.

Natin pulled a short sword from his waist while receiving the gaze of the man. He poked his left forearm with the sword and twisted. The blood oozed out. The tip of the sword cut through the skin and cut into his nerves.

From his tailbone to his head, an excruciating pain struck him instantly and shook his body. The pain awakened the senses he had forgotten… the 2nd Stage of Acceleration,...