Swordsman Chronicles: Art of the Sword

CHAPTER 43

Sylvester swung his sword forward, as it was no use anyway, so he considered it as a why-not-do-it situation. Tray’s defense was hard, it was if Sylvester was facing a fortress. Even if he did find an opening, it was useless, as Tray’s battle senses are just superior. He truly is from a noble family. The strength, speed and tactics of a noble can bee seen in his fighting style. And then, the mark of Damnatio just enhanced and tripled his abilities, which means, he should be at least red beret level. And that is not good, as Sylvester is barely a green beret one. However, he has a grudge to settle with Tray. This shithead left him and Kendrick in their deathbeds in that hole and saved himself just to destroy the city. Sylvester could not forgive him,

“I didn’t expect you to survive though. How did you do it?” Tray asked and smiled as they were dueling.

“Out of your damn business!” Sylvester swung his sword sidewards, and Tray just jumped over the sword and smiled.

He was having fun;