Yuren’s aura.
It slowly erodes the parts it touches, making them dull. In the end, the entire body hardens to gray, to the point where one can’t move at all.
In a battle where even a split second determines victory or defeat, it was a fatal injury.
That said, I had no intention of just taking it lying down.
I immediately countered with my hatchet. Yuren, who was charging straight at me to aim for a follow-up strike, had to face the hatchet shot out, tracing a silver trajectory.
This was the opportunity.
Mana flows unobstructed through my meridians. Strangely, my aura possessed a power that was the polar opposite of Yuren’s.
If Yuren slows down movements, my aura accelerates my time. Even simply comparing, my aura, which had reached high expert level, had no reason to be inferior to Yuren’s.
In other words, this fight was thoroughly in my favor.
It was when I thought that and raised my body.
“Not yet!”
The fox’s sword, bearing a ferocious smile, passed by while drawing a line of blood on my shoulder.
My flustered gaze turned toward my own body. Before I knew it, my thigh, dyed gray, wasn’t responding properly, and it seemed that the loss of…