Chapter 296
#296
A shrill crack rang out. The sword, which had never broken before and which had not even been damaged when cutting through the scales of Navardo, was shattered into pieces. Abel's face distorted sharply.
“That’s ridiculous.”
It seemed like a terrible nightmare. But there was no time to lose focus. Ronan didn’t stop even after breaking the sword. He rushed straight in and slashed the sword straight down.
“Get out!”
Even if he wanted to block or parry, he didn’t have a sword. Abel barely avoided the attack by twisting his shoulder. Whoosh! La Mancha’s blade passed by, barely grazing his nose.
“Damn it···!”
“Hey, what happened?”
Ronan continued to pour out his sword strikes. Abel, who was dodging by a margin of a sheet of paper, gritted his teeth. Unlike himself, who was increasingly out of breath, Ronan showed no signs of fatigue.