Agnar was barely able to raise his sword to block.
He couldn't hide his surprise when the impact sent him stumbling a dozen steps away.
'How is it possible that he had gotten this much stronger in a short span of time? It hasn't even been a month,' Agnar's eyes widened as his fingers touched his cheek and came away bloody. The bullet earlier grazed him. 'He was always timid, afraid of everyone. Yet now he's fighting me like this?'
In a fit of anger, he gritted his teeth and snapped his gaze ahead, 'Is he looking down on me?!'
Giving no chance for him to breathe, Deklan was already upon him again.
Clang—!
Like a raging bull, Deklan kept the pressure going with his relentless attacks.
His spear arcs, though not clean, are wide and strong.
Each time Agnar parried an attack, the vibration reverberated through the sword and hurt his hands.
But what surprised him the most was the confidence that each attack carried.
It was surreal.
