Killing a Spirit Wielder

"Tsk." The guy gritted his teeth and smashed the ice, shattering it in one hit. However, Noel had caught up to him and slashed his sword downwards.

He easily used his arm to block Noel's slash, but surprisingly, he felt pain coming through it. "Huh?" 

When he took another look at his arm, Noel blade managed to pierce through a little bit of his metal, causing it to start bleeding. 

"What?" He was shocked, not expecting Noel's attack to be this strong. "No. You're not this strong. Even your attack is not this strong."

Noel smiled. "Of course, my effort alone might not be enough to pierce through your defense. But I'm not the only one fighting you."

Noel released all his anger in his Everchanging Sword Style. For Noel, anger was a deep resentment that could bring one's potential to the very limit in a single slash. That was why the blade became even sharper during this slash, allowing him to finally penetrate his defense.