No Wonder

Seeing this, Dyon's grand teacher finally sighed in relief. Before he was worried for Dyon, but at least now, Dyon was feeling something other than rage. His anger was clearly still there, but it no longer had the fatal air it once had. Instead, he wanted to tear through everything in his path.

Dyon fought a bloodied battle. In fact, this wave was the first time he was actually injured by one of the beasts, and it wasn't due to carelessness either. But, he fought on, taking on beasts many times his size without batting an eye. There was no one else in these lands, there were no clear goals, nor were their any milestones to leap over. Dyon only had himself and the sword in his hand. His blood couldn't help but boil.

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