“Damn it! This bastard doesn’t act like a soldier! To think you would even use your feet! You need to just stick to textbook swordsmanship!”
Succulent rolled on the floor while quickly getting back up and with the sound of clicking his tongue, he poured out his criticisms.
It was a style that was different from what the soldiers trained in. It was dirtier; it felt like he was facing off against an adventurer. That was why he couldn’t let down his guard.
A feeling of anxiety ran down Succulent’s back.
At first, he thought that he would win easily, that he could quickly finish off a brat like this. However, now he could feel that composure start to disappear.
Succulent drew in his breath as he saw how the boy who he deemed dangerous was slowly weakening.
His complexion looked as if their previous series of clashes had burned out the flame of his life. No, that was probably the truth. Like how a candle burns brightly just before it goes out, that power was the same.
Now, he will really die even if he were to simply touch him.
Succulent felt a tiny relief and after a moment of hesitation, was dominated by anger.