Jino took a deep breath.
At this moment, Louis felt a tremendous heat radiating from Jino.
That heat coiled around him tightly like a python.
His gaze gradually became serene.
As if he were a child gazing up at the azure sky.
But those eyes were so deep, as if a blood-red storm was brewing within them.
"Watch closely, kid, this sword move is going to be cool."
A slight curve appeared at the corner of Jino's mouth.
In the next instant, the greatsword in his hand was hurled out.
In that very moment.
The heat surrounding Jino materialized, closely following the spinning greatsword, transforming into a crimson tempest.
The skyrocketing fiery tornado carved a beautiful arc, striking the wall that Saint Louis Academy used for the Nine Swords students' practice.
Accompanied by a deafening explosion, Louis watched as the glowing magic glyph-etched stone wall emitted a groan of strain.
With a cracking sound.
This sword split the immense stone wall in two.
