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A black slash flew inside Noah's mental sphere. The ethereal space of that environment seemed to break under the violent power contained in the attack.

Black trails followed the slash. They appeared to come out of it, but an expert eye would see that they formed right after the attack crossed that space.

Sword Saint curved his finger to launch a similar slash, and the two attacks collided mid-air. Noah's blow lost, but it held its ground for a few seconds before splitting into two parts.

"I can't help but regret showing you this path," Sword Saint said after his slash crossed Noah's ethereal figure and dispersed before reaching the mental walls.

Noah shot a questioning look at him as he analyzed the outcome of that clash. He could feel that he was getting close to perfecting that attack. Only a few more decades would be enough to complete it, according to his calculations.