Chapter CXXII - The First War (3)

'How's this possible?!?' Merac thought, 'They were all tanks and should have easily been able to get close to him and take him out, yet he killed all of them with one attack!!'

Kaela and Vasco looked at one another; while Vasco was a Magic Swordsman himself, he could not utilize the skills that Marcus did; at best, he could imbue his sword with fire to burn his opponents and cause continuous damage.

"What ability was that, Vasco?" Kaela asked, prompting Vasco to shake his head.

"I've never seen that skill before; it seems that Nobody lives up to his guild's namesake..." He replied, "We should execute caution... There's no way he came here by himself..."

Both Kaela and Merac nodded, agreeing with his sound advice, and looked around the area, trying to spot anyone hiding nearby.

"You guys don't have to worry; I'm your opponent here!" Marcus shouted, launching his seven Phantom Blades forward as they began to slice and dice through players.