It was hard for Brand to parry this strike, and he was already drenched in sweat. In the game, he often completed such moves, but with the system helping him by designing the action route, sword strike, and body positioning, and even correcting his movements. It wasn't like this, where he had to control each move himself.
One small mistake, and he could lose his life.
Yet, he managed to do it.
He shook his arm, his right hand still numb. The opponent's strength was immense; every clash of swords felt like being hit by a freight truck, and even after diverting the force, he could hear his muscles and bones groan.
From beneath his helmet, Albton made a muffled sound of surprise. He assessed this young man's swordsmanship as merely average, yet his experience seemed extensive, quickly finding the right countermeasures, something that spoke of a veteran's reflex.
He turned his horse and began accelerating once more.
