The greatsword swung at Ian, ready to cut him in half.
Ian swung his sword while moving his body backward. His sword hit off the giant sword and made it drop.
“Hooph.”
Celt frowned and picked up his weapon. Ian chuckled and raised his foot.
Puck.
Ian’s foot sunk into Celt’s stomach. Celt took a step back.
But Ian was also pushed back a little.
Perhaps because of his hard muscles, Celt didn’t seem too affected.
Instead, he took a step back and threatened Ian with his greatsword.
Ian ducked and avoided the attack.
‘He is not that bad at all.’
Certainly, he had the strength that entitled him as the best warrior in this town.
With his terrifying strength, he could wield the greatsword as if he were handling a longsword, which made the audience watch cautiously.
Booung!
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