A sword unstained by blood is no different from a child's toy.
His figure moved swiftly, instantly cutting into the ranks of the Shasha Fish People who had just boarded the ship.
Following his advance, the White Falcon Breathing Technique naturally circulated within him.
A calm yet sharp aura quickly filled his entire body, giving his every move a unique rhythm.
This special momentum was something he had never had before.
Even though his physical attributes were already stronger than many Elite Level melee Professionals.
The first Shasha Fishman had just steadied itself, its bone spear not yet raised, when a flash of white sword light rapidly enlarged before its eyes!
"White Falcon - Skimming Wave!"
The rapier, Drifter, angled obliquely upward with extreme precision, slicing through the gap between the fishman's rough neck and the bone shell neck guard, with a sound like tearing air.
Foul blood gushed forth instantly.
