Chapter 35: Wants (1)
The mana wrapped around Sir Lucas' sword emanated a power that was unusual to see. The sword had a cold chill that stung as he charged.
Like a snowstorm in the middle of winter.
- Caang!
In the moment of the clash, I felt cold coursing through my gauntlet. Apparently, the nickname 'Winter Knight' was given to him according to the nature of his mana.
'Mana embracing the cold chill.'
Come to think of it, I've heard that there were people born in the north who were born blessed with winter and awakened mana with chilliness, and Sir Lucas seemed to inherit such a lineage.
But that cold did not make my body sluggish. Because I drove away his mana through my mana flowing in the gauntlet.
What followed was a clash between steel gauntlets and a sharp sword.
The sound of steel clashing with steel resonated, and attacks aiming at each other dwelt with each step. When I took half a step back, Sir Lucas' swung his sword cover in frosty mana and aimed at my neck.
It was not good to withdraw like this when the gap should be closed. I immediately crouched down and took another step forward to approach him. The condition for martial arts to be advantageous was when you were closest to your opponent.
At least I had to interfere so that Sir Lucas' sword could not be freed.
Sir Lucas was also not comfortable. As I tried to approach him, he crouched and positioned himself to strike at me.