Its movements were shockingly fast. Brand had no time to pull back his Sword before his Longsword was caught in that grip. The Abyss Lord's claws were like they were cast from metal; the Fine Steel Longsword he used to conceal his identity scraped across the Demon's talons with a teeth-aching tremor, sparks flying in all directions.
Brand's offensive stalled for an instant, and he felt both hands holding the Sword go slightly numb. This monster's Strength exceeded his by at least a hundred points. Fortunately, his Basic Strength had already broken past two hundred at this moment, otherwise that one clash alone would've been enough to send him flying. He couldn't help taking a deep breath, but the scorching heat rolling toward him almost set his lungs on fire—though he clearly knew this sensation wasn't real, Brand still couldn't help holding his breath.
