"You are quite sharp. That guy called you Fredrinn. You must be the famous Steel Bastion of House Silversword." The middle-aged warrior chuckled.
Fredrinn's face was covered with sweat.
"It's just an empty title." He responded in a grim tone.
"Let's see if you are as sturdy as the rumors say." The middle-aged man suddenly charged at him and casually swung his sword.
Seeing this, Fredrinn imbued mana into his arms and lifted his shield to block the man's short sword.
Clang!
The impact made Fredrinn's feet sink deeply to the ground, but he stood firmly, like an immovable wall.
"Oh? It seems like you have some strength. No wonder people call you the Steel Bastion." The middle-aged warrior nonchalantly said.
"Who are you?" Fredrinn looked at the man with a grave look. Just blocking that one attack made his arms numbed and it looked like the guy didn't even put much of his strength.
The middle-aged man put on a look of surprise. "Oh my! Look at my manners."
