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The sound disappeared.
This was a realm where the concept of the speed of sound became meaningless. The flames erupting from Leonard’s back silently painted long streaks of light in the air.
Among Demigod Tier individuals, the Grand Magi couldn’t possibly track his movements in real-time, as their physical abilities were inferior to those of the knights.
In this place, only Demian and the reanimated knight commanders—awakened after centuries of dormancy—could perceive his speed. Even they could only barely follow the faint afterglow with their eyes, struggling to keep up. Leonard, however, had already reached Scylla’s face.
One second—in the superhuman realm where time seemed to slow, one second could stretch to feel like a minute or even ten. Yet, heightened perception alone did not translate into enhanced physical response. Recognizing a second as a minute did not mean you could act within it as if it were a minute. At best, you could slightly adjust your trajectory or optimize your technique in response to slower movements.
But Leonard was already surpassing even that boundary.
Shiiiiing!
The clear resonance of his Sword Cry, in mental harmony with him, reached Leonard’s ears. A faint smile crept across his face as his blade followed its intended path.
Had the Vermilion Bird itself descended into Leonard’s Mindscape? His dark blade, now a deep crimson, radiated scorching heat, incinerating the air and extending outward in a brilliant flash.
If the martial artists from murim that took pride in their swift swordsmanship were to witness...
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