Melancholy Of The Strong

'What is this? This power?!'

Bu' was in both awe and fear.

Unlike most of his companions, he was a Martial Artist.

While he knew certain spells that could enhance his body, Bu' was solely focused on raising his personal ability.

He had finally stepped into the Peak state after so much effort and several centuries of dedication.

However, even at that, he couldn't fathom the depths of the power that confronted him.

If he had just arrived at the peak of a hill, then an even bigger—taller mountain now stood before him.

It was so impossible for him to achieve such a height that Bu' fell into despair.

In the face of such a devastating difference, he could do nothing but cover himself with everything he had.

And so, he did.

With all his weapons, armor, and willpower focused on defense, Bu' shrouded himself with all he had.

'I can't…'

He knew the despairing truth.

'… I can't fight that!'

And so, the blade of light came crashing down.