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Chapter 388
Chapter 388
Whoosh!
The net descended over Ragna's head. He lightly swung his sword vertically. It wasn’t too fast or too slow, but suddenly the blade narrowed, appearing to transform into a line, and that line cut through the net.
“What!”
The comrade who had thrown the net shouted. Yon realized something was wrong, but there was no time to speak.
He extended his left hand forward, gripping the glaive blade near its edge, and struck briefly before stabbing and swinging it.
Thud, thud!
The sword that had cut through the net now approached from above and had to be dealt with.
Even though Yon had laid down the glaive blade to strike, the sword stubbornly followed, trying to slice through the spear shaft. Yon yanked the glaive back, blocking it again with force as he swung the sword upward. Even after these three quick movements, both of his arms were numb.
‘My arms are numb?’
Yon was also a skilled warrior. He knew how to wield Will.
Will wasn’t something that could naturally be manifested, but through skill, he could use it.
What a knight could do, he could do too. He was capable.
But with just one clash, he felt the gap. He knew he couldn’t win. It felt hopeless. It was like being trapped in a coffin with all limbs bound, being squeezed.
‘Monster bastard?’
When they first fought, it was like a joke. After sheathing his sword and drawing it again, he had become a different person.
The enemy had quickly leapt backward, swinging the sword horizontally. It was fast but heavy. It was too late to dodge. A mercenary who had thrown a spear held up a round shield.
Even so, he deserved some praise. He made an effort to block.
Clang! Wham!
Ragna’s sword cleaved through both the shield and the man.
The one who had jumped backward, swinging his sword, suddenly moved in a circular arc. Yon’s gaze followed him late. He saw the comrade who had thrown the net, his neck flying into the air, blood spraying.
The enemy didn’t stop. Dodging a spear aimed at his back, he casually swung his sword again as if there was no fatigue in his muscles.
“Grrk!”
One of the spear users, who had been showing off some skill, was hit in the throat while trying to dodge. Blood gushed from the gaping wound.
Yon finally shoved his numbed arms aside and threw them to the side.
He saw the sword falling toward his head.
He saw the enemy’s face as well. There was no impatience, no expression of effort. It was just a casual look as if he was doing something out of boredom.
“Ugh!”
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