Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

Just at this moment—

Lance’s keen perception caught a trace of unusual wind movement.

A scout had actually circled behind!

So those few scouts launching synchronized heavy strikes earlier weren’t trying to break his shield at all—they were masking the sound of their companion’s footsteps, creating an opportunity for a flanking attack.

A cunning Goblin scout had already moved to the rear flank, raising the stone spear high before viciously thrusting it down toward the unconscious Damian’s head.

If this blow landed, Damian would undoubtedly die.

Without a second thought, Lance’s body twisted sharply backward, his shield swinging out with the centrifugal force of the turn.

“Bang!”

The ambushing scout was sent flying, bones shattered and tendons torn.