Listening again to Isidoro talking about his master and how he displayed all kinds of strength—while one could not rule out some exaggeration, if even one-tenth of it was true, it was a terrifyingly exaggerated level. That was a human far more powerful than even the highest-ranking Apostles, something Eslande had never heard of. High-ranking and mid-ranking Apostles differed by only a single tier, yet the gap in their strength was as vast as heaven and earth. Eslande dared to fight mid-ranking Apostles, but upon encountering a high-ranking one, his only option was to flee immediately just to save his life. Although he could exchange a few blows with them, the gap in their power was simply too huge; winning was a complete impossibility unless he relied on the power of the Netherworld Demonic Path...
Yet relying on the power of the Netherworld Demonic Path meant cutting ties with humanity; one would not even find peace in death. Unless a person harbored a deep grudge against the Millennium Empire or the God Hand, no one was willing to accept the power of the Netherworld Demonic Path—at least, Eslande was not.
He had originally thought his path had reached its end, but now he knew there was a path beyond the path, one that could transcend mortal strength and genuinely reach the extraordinary. This left him deeply stirred, and he began to teach Isidoro with rigorous sincerity, truly passing on the very bottom-drawer combat techniques he had kept hidden away.
Chapter 565