"Split up!"
Lann shouted fiercely, and Iwami Yixin naturally swung his sword forward.
"Bang!" The sound of two loud clashes, sparks flying everywhere.
The two blades flicked away two giant centipedes coming their way, each from left to right.
"Hmm?"
Iwami Yixin's eyes widened slightly, the force on his arm overpowered him, pressing him back-to-back against Lann.
"This old guy's bugs... such strength!"
[Sword Saint], at seventy or eighty years old, hadn't had a chance to call someone else an 'old guy' in a long time.
Iwami Yixin had seen what other bug-infested beings could produce, and he had a sense of the strength of these centipedes.
So this time, in order to precisely control his stamina expenditure, he didn't specifically channel higher-level force to resist, which is why he was suddenly overpowered.
When martial arts reach the level he had, pure strength is merely a question of whether one is willing to exert it or not.
