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- It was a weapon known as an urumi, a long sword made of flexible steel that bent easily and twisted about. The one Peshurian carried was a version of that with the end ground extremely thin—essentially a sword built for cutting. It might be more accurate to call it a fine metal whip.
- He’d been given his alias because when he drew that sword and swung it at high speed, he could cut down his opponent with no visible signal but a flash of reflected light.
- Compared to the other Six Arms, his move was practically a mere trick, but his mastery of such a difficult weapon indicated his skill as a warrior. If someone handed the same weapon to Gazef, lauded as the strongest fighter in the kingdom, he probably wouldn’t have been able to wield it as well.
- And even if Peshurian’s opponent saw through the trick, it didn’t matter—he was still extremely capable. The terrible thing about his whip was the speed of its tip—it was on another level. Dodging it was difficult—in fact, it was virtually impossible based only on visual cues.
- An ultra-quick slash, impossible for humans to handle. Wouldn’t such an attack practically be the same as ripping through space?
- But—The tip of his blade, despite its transcendent speed, had been caught between two fingers. The old man had done it so casually,as naturally as if he was plucking something up off the floor.
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- Volume 6, Chapter 8.2
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