The air around Anthony's katana, Aura Nova's blades, and bodies screamed and trembled tremendously in utter madness, as though reality itself could scarcely endure the pressure radiating from them. Aura Nova's sky-blue eyes remained locked onto Anthony, unwavering and unblinking, as though even the smallest lapse in focus would cost her dearly. She did not dare look away.
Anthony smirked the next moment. He had already discerned the internal enhancement Aura Nova had executed. He understood it instantly. In truth, he had to admit it, it was a stroke of genius. Enhancing herself internally with Sword Intent to reinforce muscle fibers, sharpen reflex arcs, and strengthen bone density was not something most would conceive of so quickly in the midst of combat. It was innovative. Efficient.
But still, despite its brilliance, it was not enough to match his strength or his speed.
The next instant, his katana flashed.
