The Crown Prince's black sword was sharp and powerful.
Even for Ian, it was difficult to block the sword as it pierced through the Undead monsters.
With a grimace, Ian barely swung his sword to eradicate the Undead monster that had grabbed his wrist before retreating hastily.
The Crown Prince's sword grazed Ian's chest. His leather armor was damaged, and Ian frowned at the sight.
Although it was inevitable to get injured in the midst of a battlefield, the fact that the Crown Prince wounded him was not pleasing.
'I just don't like anything he does.'
Ian thought as he stretched his sword forward to attack the Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince took a step back to avoid it.
Ian didn't stop there; he continued forward, swinging his sword to aim for the Crown Prince's neck.
There was no need to stop anymore.
No one was watching.
To other soldiers, it would only seem like a horde of Undead monsters, making it difficult to spot Ian or the Crown Prince in the midst of it all.
A barrier of hundreds of Undead monsters blocked them.
The Crown Prince skillfully blocked Ian's sword w...
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