Chapter 20: Second Level - Lakiratas, The God Of Struggle And Death (5)
The knight charged in like a storm, and Taesan barely managed to block the swinging sword.
Clang!
The moment their swords clashed, the knight’s wrist trembled. His sword slid down Taesan’s blade, aiming to slice off his wrist.
Taesan tried desperately to increase the distance, but the weapon wouldn’t fall away, as if it was glued.
“Ugh!”
[You've taken 20 damage.]
His forearm was cut. As Taesan swung his sword wildly to shake his opponent off, he checked the condition of his arm.
‘There’s no problem.’
Neither the muscle nor the bone was damaged. The wound stung, but it would not affect the battle.
‘What the hell is this?’
He was dumbfounded.
What on earth was that? It was clearly a technique, the swordsmanship of a systematically trained knight.