"Hmph!"
Carl adjusted his hood to cover his cheeks and, gripping his broad sword, charged toward the sound.
Battle Skill—Gale Slash!
The shadow of the sword reappeared.
His formidable 2.4 Constitution allowed him to wield the heavy sword, weighing several dozen pounds, as if it were straw. It seemed light and effortless, yet in reality, it struck with the fierce force of a gale.
In an instant, the figures blocking his path shattered like broken porcelain dolls, torn apart under the sweep of the sword's shadow. This continued until—
BANG!
Carl's figure halted abruptly. A towering, heavily built man over two meters tall, holding a shield, appeared before him, blocking his broad sword.
A Knight! And an exceedingly sturdy one at that.
"How dare you come here and stir up trouble?" The burly man, clad in heavy armor, shield in one hand and axe in the other, glared with furious eyes. "You're courting death!"
"Heh..."
