"..."
WHOOSH!
Just as his opponent was about to falter, Russell's vision suddenly darkened. A black-armored warrior appeared in the middle of the field, charging forward with a gust of wind.
Who?
With no time for further thought, Barnard swung his Longsword.
CLANG...
The swords collided.
Barnard felt as if he had crashed into the head of a charging rhinoceros; his strength abruptly failed him.
Immediately, he and the Longsword in his hand were sent flying.
"Die!"
Carl brandished his broad sword, seizing the chance to press his attack.
Battle Skill—Eagle Strike!
Battle Skill—Gale Slash!
With a flash of movement, he closed in on Barnard. The broad sword swung, and seven afterimages along with his true form whistled down in a chop.
TING...
TING TING...
BANG!
Barnard's expression changed drastically. He swung the Longsword in his hand with all his might, his feet carrying him rapidly backward.
