Running out of the village, shouting goodbye to the guards, he rushed like crazy into the forest of Eon.

Having reached the transition point, in the form of a clearing which he and Seno named because it shared the outer ring with the inner one.

Through trial and error, they realized that there are only two parts of the forest. The first is external, which is designed for weak and young monsters, and internal. In the inner there is no hierarchy, it is a territory free from hierarchy. Only those who have survival skills live here.

Entering Mark, although he was on edge, his face became sharp. He already roughly understood that the farther into the forest, the sharper the teeth of the animals.

Starting to walk instead of running, he fully focused on his surroundings.

The very atmosphere of the inner ring was different. The noise of animals was constantly heard here, and it was confusing. The outer ring was silent. But here each beast did not hold back, screaming for its territory.

Going to the nearest noise, he hid in the shade of the trees, watching as a six-meter tall giant fought with a sword a little less than a meter long with an eye on the guard.

Basically, blows were heard from the tree that the giant was holding, he did not hold back in blows, and the sword evaded by flight.

Although the giant's strength was destructive, as the furrows that appeared on the ground showed, he was covered in blood from cuts.

Slowly but surely, one could see how the giant was slowing down from the loss of blood.

When it seemed that the giant lost focus from the next blow that hit him by. The sword accelerated straight ahead, the giant, without having time to temporarily react, could only tilt his head when the sword successfully damaged the eyeball.

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This caused an even stronger roar of the giant. He began to thrash the tree in all directions. You could see rubble flying in all directions. Even Mark had to duck and hide behind a tree, as everything was under attack by fragments of stones, earth and roots, which received acceleration under the giant's strength.

As it turned out, this had an effect, since the sword apparently was not so durable. He apparently was more dexterous, which had a negative side in his strength.

Watching as the sword dodged from time to time, emitting an almost inaudible roar from the impact of the fragments, one could be amazed at its speed and reaction. Most of the stones flew at such a speed that only an afterimage could be seen.

Gah-gah-gah. The giant began to groan, so this style of battle exhausted the big man even faster.

At that moment, he frantically ran towards the sword, ceasing to stand still.

The sword took this as a challenge rushed at him as well.

The giant swung at the sword with a tree, which this time changed the trajectory, stopping aiming at the head and cut off the giant's hand with one clean blow.

Aaarrrrrgggg. A giant scream was heard full of pain.

While he was shouting, the sword began to turn into a turn, aiming at the back of the head.

In his most desperate moment, the giant grabbed his severed hand and used it as a shield. That was able to extinguish the blow, but in the end the hand turned into a pile of meat.

The sword could be heard making a similar crackling sound. So the strength of the blow with the giant's hand did not slightly harm the sword.

The giant himself was on his last legs. The blood that used to be in small streams turned into a stream that came out of the pruning that was previously a hand.

Not today, the giant shouted for the first time in a fight.

At this, the sword sped up. Although the sword was thrown back a little from the giant, it brought him closer to the end, since the sword was dangerously close.

At that moment, curls of wind began to appear around the sword, they were like scabbards that seemed to sharpen the blade itself.

There was a whistle of the wind, and a crunch. But the expected result did not come. The giant grabbed the sword with his hand, from which blood began to gush. It was seen how the sword gradually slips through the palm, cutting through it through and through.

It was also possible to hear the crackle of the sword, as the last in his last moments the giant gave his all in the hope of taking the enemy with him.

In the eyes of the big man, one could see reluctance, sadness, and an exorbitant desire for revenge.

AAAAAAAA, the last cry was heard when the sword was able to cut out the giant's hand enough and fly out to meet the forehead.

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Boom. The sound of a falling body was heard. The sword itself flew out from the back. He hovered over the body for some time. When turned in the direction of Mark. For a while he was aimed at him, did not dare to attack. Its cracks were visible all over the blade. And there was no denying that the sword itself was on the brink of decay.

Hanging in the air for a couple more seconds, he flew deep into the forest.

Mark himself was now completely sweaty, and from the former courage of backwardness there was only a wild desire to rise to the level at which the battle was. That alone made his blood boil seeing the level of power he could see.