The Secret of the Six Battle Swords
I watched the main gate where the leader had vanished.
"Damn it, that guy is strong."
It was not strange.
It wasn't that he was strong because he was the leader; he was the leader because he was strong.
Was it the same thing? Regardless, it was an unpleasant situation for me.
The Sword Demon did not lose alone; I too had suffered defeat, and judging by the expression on the Left Elder's face, it seemed he had lost as well.
"Damn it..."
Yet, the Sword Demon glanced at my expression and that of his disciple, then smiled mysteriously before settling into a lotus position and began to cultivate his energy.
I exchanged glances with the Left Elder and sat down in a protective manner around the Sword Demon, keeping my mouth shut for the time being.
My insides were boiling, but since I had not lost outright, it was not a situation where I could lash out in anger.
I looked at the Sword Demon, swallowing a sigh that almost escaped.
"I’ll ask him why we fought like this after he finishes his cultivation."
This fight was likely intended to show the Left Elder and me something.
Seeing my temper flare, the Sword Demon had likely achieved his goal.
The Left Elder was also suppressing his anger, his face flushed red.
In the midst of all these swirling thoughts, a long silence ensued.
“...”