As Encrid came closer, Gray unleashed a sword technique of the Ashborn family.
"Ashborn Sword Art: Ash Tide."
Ash-like smoke came out of Gray's sword, engulfing the F-rank dull sword.
Fwooosh!
Gray then thrust the smoke-imbued sword toward the center of Encrid's technique.
Seeing this, Encrid smirked, his eyes wide with amusement.
'Fool.'
Encrid's sword technique surged fiercely toward Gray. The eight branches of sword energy wrapped around Gray's arms, legs, waist, chest, neck, and head, attempting to split his body into eight pieces. To attack the center at such a moment, when his entire body was about to be sliced apart, seemed utterly mindless.
As Encrid laughed inwardly, assuming he had gotten his revenge, right at that very moment
Papapapapang!
The moment before the branches of sword energy could touch Gray's body, the eight branches of sword energy were destroyed—vanished before touching Gray, as if they had been canceled out by anti-magic.
