"Buzz."
Strangely, an ink-like black emerged from between the gradually formed mane on the wolf's head.
...
...
"Ding squish!"
A heavy longsword, flowing with liquid silver white on its surface, shattered the fine sword trying to block its path, leaving a terrifying scratch on the metal armor's surface.
Thick boots lifted high and exerted force abruptly.
The slim and scarred middle-aged man in front was kicked away, rolling twice in the muddy water before he struggled to get up breathlessly.
Terry William looked at Lawson ahead, with a confident and smug smile on his face.
Half Elf Hai'an and his guard Wood had completely lost their combat ability, and the black-haired youth who looked like an adventurer was pierced through first, presumably already dead from the erosion of his metallic liquid.
As for Lawson before him, perhaps at his peak, he wouldn't have been a match for him.
