Sword Saint

Franklin's [Dream Power] was straightforward. It was a Physical Dream that enhanced his physical capabilities to a certain degree.

"Hahaha!"

His laughter echoed as he exchanged high-speed blows with his opponents. They were exhausted, but it wasn't easy to eliminate them since they had the advantage in numbers.

A loud explosion erupted, and all of them were forced back due to the sheer power of the blast.

Boom!!

Franklin looked down at his hands. His arm was broken, and his flesh was torn apart. The pain was endurable, but it quickly disappeared as the injury instantly healed.

"That's strong."

Franklin's smile widened as he flexed his fingers. Wind swirled around his limbs, and a saber flew into his hand. It was another red-grade artifact.

His opponents glanced at him warily, tightening their grips on their weapons. They were prepared for another clash.