Sword Master

An apparent aura of confidence clearly radiated from the black-haired man standing in front of him. From his demeanor and body language, everything radiated an overwhelming sense of conviction. 

An exquisite white robe was draping over the Magus Academy uniform he was wearing, with a shining silver sword and gold ornaments hilt that let out dazzling light at hand, Olivier Arkaland the Sword Saint was ready for a fight.

"Let us start"

Saying those words, the Sword Saint made a gesture with his sword before his figure disappeared, darting towards Emery at breakneck speed. The dust and dirt in the arena was blown everywhere by his movement.

Swissshhh!

The audience could only see a silver line stretched across from one side of the arena to the other, hitting Emery in its entirety. Their eyes widened when they saw a flash of black stopping the dazzling streak.

BOOM!