At this time, Byron and Cortes stood atop a pyramid, right at the Flaying Temple.
SHIIING—!
Even though Byron was three meters away, a fierce sword wind suddenly scraped across his armor, leaving a long, narrow, shallow mark. Despite the cyan flames flowing around it, the armor instantly returned to its original state. However, Byron immediately realized that the nature of the wind had been completely changed. Even a real piece of paper here would no longer dance with the wind but would be cruelly shredded into pieces by the opponent's sword wind.
The next moment, the stone temple roof was instantly cut open in a perfect circle, and the two of them fell through. This enclosed structure had become the ideal arena for a Swift Sword fencer to display their abilities. Then, Byron was completely enveloped by the "Ceremonial Circle."
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG...
