"An interesting little trick..."
Graham slowly withdrew his palm, rubbing his rough fingertips together.
In that last strike, he had clearly felt a strange pulling force that had forcibly redirected his attack toward the floor.
He clicked his tongue. The dissatisfaction in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of surprise.
"Kid, what's your name?"
He raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with scrutiny.
"Roland, Mr. Graham..."
As he answered, Roland discreetly flexed his numb wrist.
When Graham's seemingly casual yet immensely powerful strike had come at him, he had almost instinctively used [Crescent Moon Guide], redirecting and neutralizing it with his scabbard.
Thanks to his bitter, day-after-day training, the Combat Skill had indeed succeeded in guiding that terrifying Power, just as Gandar had said.
However...
'The difference in Power is still too great...'
