"Concept of Invincible Sword is a very strong sword concept," Max muttered to himself, his expression gradually turning solemn, his brows slightly furrowed as he stared at the now-silent broken sword resting on his knees.
The weight of what he had just experienced still lingered in his chest like an echo. He had seen and felt the overwhelming presence of that phantom swordsman, whose sword art wasn't simply flawless—it was absolute. Undefeatable. Unshakable.
That concept didn't try to cut through obstacles—it simply ignored them. It was the belief, the certainty, that the sword would never lose. And to think—such a concept had been buried inside this broken sword all along.
Max's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the Tomb of the Sword Saint. He had chosen the Concept of Severing Sword there, drawn by its clean, absolute nature—the idea that nothing could resist a sword meant to severe all things.
