Alone [2]

None of them had expected this.

The same was true for the student fighting Asher. He did not have enough time to block the attack and could only attempt to move away.

But Asher was faster. Before the elf student could evade, two long scars had already appeared across his back in the shape of a cross.

"Ahhh!"

The opponent let out a cry of pain.

His uniform was torn apart, and blood streamed down his back.

He glared at Asher with eyes filled with rage.

The wounds were neither too deep nor too shallow, but they were enough to cause a steady loss of blood. He quickly used mana to temporarily stop the bleeding.

His teammates rushed to his side. One positioned himself in front of him while the other stood behind, shielding him from further attacks.

Asher glanced at the three of them before turning to his left and casually deflecting an incoming arrow with his mana blade.

He then looked toward the archer and said,