Chapter 75

*Huff, Huff*

The ragged sound of Omis breathing heavily was heard as he stood in the air a distance away from Aidan, his robe had various cuts and tears on it yet his body was still in perfect condition with no injuries.

Aidan on the other hand was in a similar position, his purple robe hang loosely at his side showing his skinny yet well-toned body a saber was held in his right hand.

His eyes glanced at his shredded robe before he took it off In a swift motion choosing to remain shirtless, he then turned to glare at Omis and spoke.

"Not bad kid, but if that's all you got then this is the end." He declared as he raised his saber and pointed it at Omis, the familiar red fog slowly surrounded the blade as a suffocating pressure oozed of it.

"You talk too much!" Shortly replied Omis before he quickly threw both of the swords in his hands to the air and charged towards Aidan, the four sword formation instantly following after him.