'Finish. I must finish it quickly.'
Tyler held the sword, and the lightning boots appeared on his feet. The next moment, his body slid toward the projection like a lightning bolt.
Tyler unsheathed his sword as he tried to cut diagonally. But the projection raised his sword and blocked it.
The projection was holding the sword hilt with both of his hands.
'Damn it! He has the advantage of having both arms.' Tyler gritted his teeth, but a smirk appeared on his lips soon.
'But, I have my strength.'
Tyler released a lot of pressure on his left hand and started pressing him down.
The projection was unable to reflect it, but he suddenly changed his hold.
He held the sword hilt with his left hand and used his right hand to strike it from the blunt edge.
Although it didn't push Tyler, it did manage to make his grip weaker.
Because Tyler wasn't good with his left arm, he had no choice but to rely on his brute force.
