It's Not Enough

"Hehe, even when you had the advantage you couldn't beat me." Grey chuckled as his body was filled with the energy he was taking in, "I wonder what gives you the courage to utter such words."

The Pseudo-sovereign slashed out with his scythe and a powerful wind blade shot out.

This wind blade wasn't like the other attacks he had been using. The wind blade had rough edges like the teeth of a wild animal. And just like an animal, the blade struck, slashing Grey's figure.

To the shock of the Pseudo-sovereign, he saw his attack deflected to another direction.

"Haha, you're such a great sparring opponent." Grey laughed delightfully.

He just learnt the technique Melmera passed to him when she died. He had been practicing during his seclusion, but he hadn't been able to master it. However, on the verge of breakthrough, he got an insight on it and mastered it.