As fast as the wind.
O'Neill crouched a split second too slow, a patch of fur on his head was instantly shaved off.
O'Neill watched as the opponent's greatsword halted right in front of his neck, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
What a vicious guy!
The next moment, O'Neill swept his leg without hesitation, knocking his opponent straight to the ground, then instantly dodged away.
He didn't care about seriously injuring his opponent, just needed to keep him entangled—no need to risk his life.
Sol was caught off guard by the sweep and crashed heavily onto the ground.
When it comes to physical speed, humans really can't compare to beastmen.
Sol cursed inwardly. He was now an Intermediate Sword Swordsman, just one step away from being an Advanced Swordsman. And yet, purely in body constitution, he couldn't even match a beastman's Basic-Level Warrior.
How infuriating.
With a roll, Sol picked up his sword and rushed forward again.
