Neil, the current captain of the Lost Clan in the city they were in, found himself in a tight spot. Unable to injure the strongest beast that had attacked the city, he had resorted to trying to attack its softer body parts.
In his mind, this was the inside of the beast, and what better way to attack the inside than attacking it right through its mouth. He had no choice but to directly charge, but he soon found out that the strength of the beast was far stronger than his.
He was battling against its powerful jaws, but it felt like no matter how much Qi he placed into his muscles, he was going to be clamped down on and become food for the beast.
That was until a powerful force came from above, flinging him out before the teeth could clamp down, and he was sent skidding across the floor.
Looking up at what could have happened, there was only one answer: a man stood there with a strange sword in his hand, glowing with orange energy that was turning brightly in his hand.
A person with white hair, a young man whom he had witnessed before.
'He attacked the beast… but he was with the Wanderer group, right… was it a fluke, or just a powerful attack that didn't do any damage?' Neil was trying to think.
One thing was clear: the beast was clearly not dead. It was getting up off the floor and was sweeping its head in the air back and forth. It galloped, its wings pushing the wind, but the young man stood there strong.
"Hey kid, get out of there, run, or you'll be killed! That beast is not something you can deal with," Neil shouted at the top of his lungs and started to get off the floor.
However, the young man continued to stand there, unafraid of what was to come. The beast pushed its legs against the floor, and then charged forward with its mouth open.
Neil was too far away from the beast to reach the young man and help. When the beast got close, he saw the young man lift his sword up and swing it right in front and on top of the beast's head.
The sword bashed down, and when it hit the top of its head, its mouth closed and slammed shut, while it stopped in its tracks as if it had hit a large wall. Waves of Qi were forming in the air and pulsing out.
This was all Neil could see, and the fact that the young one hadn't moved an inch from his position.
'How… how is it possible, how could a single person do such a thing!' Neil thought.
Some of the men at the side were watching as well; due to the noise and commotion they were creating, the beasts that had been attacking them were no longer doing so. They had moved closer to the main fight that was occurring with the larger beast, but due to waves of energy, they were too afraid to get close.
"That's not right," Raze said. "The feeling, it isn't quite right, the feeling in my hand."
The beast went to attack again, swinging its head, and Raze hit it to the side with a powerful strike along with his Qi. Its head swung, and it continued to swing, trying to bite at Raze.
Each time, Raze just swung his sword, hitting the head away again and again.
'The feeling, what is the feeling, why can't I get it to work right?' Raze thought.
Each time Raze struck the beast, a pulse of Qi energy was seen bursting through the air.
As Neil continued to watch, he noticed something strange: first, it was where the Qi was coming out from. It wasn't coming from the sword itself like most when using a skill with Qi.
Instead, it was coming out from the back of the sword; it was exploding like a pulse from the hilt. At times as well, the energy that was coming out from the sword seemed to be different in size, larger or smaller than the other.
'It's getting better, but I just can't get it right!' Raze thought as he went to thrust the sword this time.
He had gathered his Qi in the hilt of the blade, and Dark Magic was starting to surround the bottom of the sword, swirling around. As Raze thrust his sword at the beast, it crashed right into its chest.
The blow of Qi exploded out of the back of the sword, but the Dark Magic had broken and disappeared.
The attack had caused a large, deep thrust in its neck, and blood was dripping onto the floor. In response to this, the beast then flew in the air with its wings, but looked down at Raze on the ground.
"That attack!" Neil's eyes opened wide. "It managed to pierce the beast's skin. All of my attacks didn't work before, but why does it feel so strange?"
While watching the young warrior, there was something that just felt off to Neil, something not quite right, and it wasn't just the confidence in his strikes.
While the beast was flying in the air, that's when he could see Raze continue to thrust the air, using the same attack as before, and the realization had hit him.
'He's practicing… he's practicing right now in the middle of battle; is his power so much stronger than the beast that he is able to do that?' Neil wondered. 'Could he defeat the beast at any time, and what attack is he even trying to do?'
After picking up speed in the air, the beast had set its eyes on Raze, and as it swirled in the air one more time, it dived straight down toward Raze.
Looking up at the beast though, Raze had a large smile on his face as he held the sword.
'I've figured it out, the fourth Dark Edge Magical Sword Art formation: The Void Pulse Formation!'
