Chapter 102

When Dario got in close proximity, he moved with great agility. Hours had passed but he wasn’t even exhausted. Lord Wilson had trained him on breathing techniques that would help maintain his stamina and prevent exhaustion during war.

His sword flashed as he cut through the enemies. His blade swiftly moved through their abdomens one after the other in mere seconds. Everyone that watched was dazed at Dario’s swift and fluid movements. In his right hand, he wielded his sword, while his left hand held a dagger, replacing his pistol. He took down two enemies at once with remarkable speed.

In the midst of the chaos, Dario caught the sight of a particular fierce opponent’s incoming blows. Dario quickly blocked his series of rapid blows, his movements a blur of practiced skill. But as he turned to fend off another attacker, he felt a sharp, searing pain in his right arm.

An enemy’s sword had found its mark as it slashed through his inner armor and cut deep into his flesh. He grunted his te