Currently, Marcius was in an open field with his trusted sentient sword in his hand. Marcius breathed in and out in a regular manner as he tried to keep his body, even the heart-rate, stable.
A spark of light blue lightning spewed out from his right hand and slowly traveled toward the sword, coating it completely. Then, he took a stance with the sword pointed forward over his head.
"One Sword to Cut Hundreds, Overflow." The heir of the Aemilia clan's voice echoed within the empty clearing.
Then, in an instant, Marcius lashed out with his sword, cutting through the air in front of him in exactly a hundred swings within seconds. Energy blades made from pure lightning were produced from his technique as they raced forward, hitting the stone pillars erected in a distance for this exact purpose, and cutting through them like the pillars were made of tofu.