Marquis Tristanâs expression darkened as his sword clashed with Aidenâs.
This man...
The sheer force behind his opponentâs strikes was immense. For a brief moment, his sword was pushed back.
Even with a single exchange, it was clear how advanced Aidenâs skills were.
Had Tristan been in his prime condition, this could have been a fair and even duel.
But why was such a powerful figure only appearing now?
Did they deliberately wear me down?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
In contrast, Aiden was brimming with energy. His appearance was pristine, as if he had only just stepped onto the battlefield.
Boom!
Marquis Tristan deflected another attack and retreated slightly, panting heavily.
âSo... this was your plan?â
âYes, to take you down with ease,â Aiden replied with a smirk.
âYou sacrificed so many soldiersâ lives just for that?â
âOf course. Isnât it obvious? Soldiers exist to die.â
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