Vs Azrael

The five Azraels attacked at once, moving in perfect harmony, their blades seeking Leon's flesh.

Leon stepped back, using his sword to parry while weaving through their attacks, but each time he countered one, another was already moving in for the kill.

A dagger scraped past his cheek, drawing blood.

Another sliced his arm, barely missing the bone.

Leon clicked his tongue.

"Annoying bastard."

Roselia and the others watched from the shadows, their instincts screaming to jump in.

But Leon raised a hand. "Stay out of this."

Millim pouted. "But he's cheating! There's five of him!"

Leon grinned, licking the blood from his lip. "Then I'll just kill all five."

He raised his sword, and for the first time—

A golden glow enveloped his blade.

"Mana Infusion: Judgment Strike."

With a single vertical slash, a shockwave of energy erupted from his sword, obliterating two of the clones instantly.