The roar echoed thunderously in Amon's ears, and then an ear-splitting cry swept through the surroundings.
The next instant, something that looked like a simple ripple flew out from the wooden sword.
Faint cracks appeared around the sword, but Amon wasn't paying attention to it. Rather, his attention was drawn to the mesmerizing sword light.
It had a pale, luminescent blue color that drifted through the surroundings like a spring breeze, and in the blink of an eye, it swept all the way toward the location of a dummy at the edge of the empty courtyard.
Bang!
It collided with the wooden dummy, sending dust and faint gusts of wind flying through the air.
The dummy was obscured for a moment, then soon revealed to Amon.
Amon stared dumbfoundedly at the dummy, which had been drastically damaged, and his expression was far from calm.
Staring at it, he was utterly astounded.
He glanced at Damien, who stared back at him with a smug smile, then looked at the dummy once more.
