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Chiron waved both blades.

The more he fought, the more fluid his movements became.

This was the first time he was in such a large-scale battle.

Before this, the highest he had been in was the ambush by the Holy church members on the mountain.

Back then, only Danfo and Kevin's team had been too much for him.

If it was not for the help of the evil spirit that showed up, leaving that place alive might have been a pipe dream.

But here he was. His fight was against hundreds and the slight thought to run away had not even popped up remotely in his head.

The veins in his hands popped up like the Roots of a great tree showing on the surface of the earth.

Every swing was accompanied by the wetness of blood.

Yet, he held the broad sword very tight.

With the wetness and the amount of force he used to hold the sword, his hand already had bad bleeding blisters.

But, Little cuts on his palm were not enough to stop him from the thrill of this slaughter.

Moments before this fight started, some men in long blue coats had also made it to the arena. However, there remained hidden far off at a corner.

They were six of them in number. On their chest was a particular Emblem. If Chiron had seen this emblem, he would have instantly recognized it.

After all, this was the same Emblem on his mother's grave.

"Commander! Should we go and help him!?" One of them suggested.

"Hmmm! does he look like he needs any help?" the one in front replied with a smile on his face.

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Back to the fight...

Every turn of his head with Devil's touch in his mouth aided the transport fee for another soul to the yellow river.

Danfo and Kevin paused.

They were the ones that was supposed to head the assault. But standing to watch as Chiron slaughtered their Church men and even members of the other clans, a different kind of feeling that was never there before suddenly planted itself in their hearts.

Yes! It was fear.

Fear of those blades kissing their skin.

Fear of Chiron's bloody eyes staring at them.

Fear that his craving for more blood would pull his attention their way.

Danfo swallowed harshly.

His throat felt dry.

He had not gone up to fight, but his hands were suddenly shaky, and he could tell that every fighting muscle in his body was in absolute protest of his moving forward.

In fact, his body was also in protest of moving backwards.

After all, behind him was the monster that was knight Sheyi.

Danfo subconsciously looked at his hands.

They were shaking, and his mind subconsciously isolated the sound of blade against blade, and blade against flesh.

He suddenly squat on the ground and grabbed his head as his teeth entered a gnashing state.

Kevin on the other hand looked at the state of his friend.

"SHIT!" he cursed out loud. They had not even faced the enemy yet and Danfo's will had been broken.

In other words, Danfo had got Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

Kevin still wanted to battle, but looking at the fight, he saw less reason why his effort was going to yield any result.

There was no choice about it.

He immediately turned and carried the panicking Danfo on his shoulder as he left the battle field.

At this point, there were two things that were constant with Chiron's fighting.

One was the fact that he was sending so many limbs into the air that it looked as if they were rejected parts that were being sent back to the maker for usefulness Reevaluation.

And the second was the blood that was gathering in the air above his head.

This was blood from those that he had cut down like weeds in a farm.

The dagger Father and Knight Sheyi stood one not far from the other and watched what was happening.

Both of them frowned deeply.

For Dagger father, it was the killing of his clan men, and that really affected him. But For knight Sheyi, what touched him was not the fact that men from his church were dying.

Hell! he could care less about such a thing.

What got him worked up was the fact that he could see it himself. For some reason, Chiron was getting better.

And this was not just in the aspect of the increase in his Aura energy.

but the fact that he was really getting stronger.

It was like when one used a blunt blade against a stone continually.

At first, it would look like the blade was biting more than it could chew, but if one did it just right, it was easy to see as the blade would get sharper.

Such was the current situation in this fight.

If Chiron had used about twenty percent of energy slashing at a particular angle before, then the next time he did it would have reduced in the amount of energy used, and at the same time, the slash would be smoother and firmer.

In other words, Chiron was the blade, and the hundreds of people dying at his hands were the stone.

He was grinding himself against them.

Even though it looked like he was just waving his swords in whirl pools around himself, it was not so.

Every move with every blade was very calculated.

As he fought, he suddenly entered a state he had never been in his life.

this was a state that he had heard of.

In his former life, many of those great Athletes had talked about this state.

Even Writers had spoke of it.

This was a state free from the burden of fatigue, pain, hunger or even conscious awareness of the environment.

It almost felt as if his senses and the cosmos had become one.

Yes! this state. there was a name for it.

Many called it the Zone in his former world, but in the cultivation world, it was called enlightenment.

yes! he was there. he could feel it.

In his mind, he could feel it. As his senses became one with the chaos and the blade, he could feel it.

It was almost as if the Great Dao was blessing him for the destruction he was bringing to fruition.

They say that there are things one would never experience in life unless one gave it one's heart and soul.

This was such a moment.