Warrior

"Ssssh—"

Flag's body leaned slightly backward.

The whistling blade sheared through his collar, and a trace of blood seeped from the skin beneath the tear.

No excess expression showed on his face.

Only a trace of surprise lingered in the gaze he cast at Galan.

It was as though dodging that decapitating kill with this near-limit reaction speed was as pleasant to him as drinking afternoon tea.

Immediately afterward, he deliberately raised his left hand to catch the strike.

The tip of the blade pierced his palm, drawing a stream of blood.

Yet he then turned his palm into a fist, gripped the Alchemy Longsword fiercely, and left it unable to move an inch.

Then he jerked it toward his own chest, and the longsword in his right hand swung up using the momentum from the ground, intending to cleanly sever Galan's right arm, which held the hilt.

Galan's heart tightened, and he secretly cursed.

This fellow was a monster-level existence in both reaction speed and on-the-spot judgment.

Faced with his sudden killer move, he directly turned defense into a counter-defense and disarmed his weapon in return.

This was an ability honed through countless battles, a memory carved into the muscles.

As a fellow warrior, Galan was filled with shock that Flag could maintain a high degree of composure at a life-or-death juncture and execute a series of counter-measures.

Before the blade-light arrived, he decisively abandoned the Alchemy Longsword, retreated rapidly, quickly distanced himself, and pulled the only remaining short sword from his body, wearing the look of one facing a formidable enemy.

"Truly a ruthless character."

He calmed his nervous thoughts,he once again calmly analyzed the situation,watching the other's next move.

Flag coldly pulled Galan's Alchemy Longsword out of his hand, then stabbed it into the earth before him.

The wound on his palm returned to its original state within a few seconds after the longsword was pulled out.

If not for the residual bloodstains, one could not even tell he had been injured here.

"The two of you are very good, extremely exceptional warriors even if placed in a time of war."

"If you have any other trump cards, hurry and reveal them, lest I lose interest in you."

Looking at Glenn, who was panting heavily, he actually temporarily halted his attack, seeming to wait for the two of them to recover their state before fighting him once more.

"I really don't get this guy. First he finds monsters to ambush us and does such despicable things, and now he puts on this chivalrous appearance. I'm really about to be moved to tears by his "mercy"..."

It was clear Glenn really wanted to tell a cold joke to make Galan laugh, but his unintentional act of wiping away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth still failed to escape Galan's eyes.

"Your internal injuries are too severe, stop forcing it. If you really die, I won't be able to save you, and that goddess of yours won't be able to save you either."

"Does this old man have to let an apothecary go just because I'm not forcing it?"

"You clearly knew..."

"Then how was I supposed to know you had such great capabilities? It's not the same as what you used to say."

Watching Glenn, who was bristling with anger and a face full of resentment, Galan also grew somewhat troubled.

Until now, the strength he had displayed in front of several people had already far exceeded the scope of an ordinary warrior.

The others were not fools either, and continuing to hide it was absolutely impossible.

"All right, all right, I admit it. I did hide some things from you... but I... I also had my hidden difficulties..."

Seeing Galan with his melon-like face of bitter grievance, Glenn paused, and burst into hearty laughter.

"To still be able to see you brat making such a deflated expression, this trip was worth it... Once we go back, drink with me and tell me all about your "hidden difficulties." You're treating me this time."

Galan smiled helplessly, considering it an agreement to his words.

Forget it, he never thought this matter could be hidden for a lifetime anyway.

Besides, it was impossible for anyone in a place like this to recognize him.

And the premise of this matter was still that they could resolve the enemy before them.

"Sorry... My magic power is also basically exhausted just now, I can only manage to this extent..."

Reno's hands were somewhat trembling after casting [Healing Magic] and [Body-Strengthening Magic] for Glenn, obviously a sign of insufficient magic power.

"It's enough. Thank you."

He tottered backward, leaned against the ruins, and completely lost his strength.

Next, just like Theresia, he could only become a spectator to this battle.

Glenn shouldered the Black Sword and walked forward leisurely. This time, the feeling he gave off was completely different from before.

If he had to say what difference there was between before and after, the most direct change Galan could sense was the momentum on his body.

If the original Glenn was like a roaring fierce tiger that would pounce and kill without hesitation no matter what kind of enemy he faced,

at this moment he was like a cautious snake that would only erupt when the opponent exposed an opening, condensing all his battle qi into one.

Galan was far too familiar with this state—that was also the prelude to his own eruption.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. How generous of you to actually let us chat for so long."

"It's merely my respect for you."

"The Demons actually understand respect? How surprising... Then next, I shall also express my respect to you!"

The large black sword, like an indestructible battering ram, pierced straight toward Flag without concealment, carrying the posture of destroying everything.

"Watch closely, Galan! This is momentum!"

Flag did not take this strike head-on.

His steps moved swiftly, and he sidestepped, swinging his precious sword along the direction the greatsword thrust.

The blade of the precious sword was parallel to the body of the greatsword, aiming straight for Glenn's head.

Clang!

The sound of metal colliding rang out.

The precious sword was knocked flying by the diverted large black sword, and a look of shock appeared in Flag's eyes.

He knew just how heavy that greatsword was, and he had not expected this man to actually overcome the inertia of the dash and forcibly twist the trajectory of the blade.

The sound of the air tearing suddenly erupted from behind his head.

Flag did not hesitate, quickly lifting his sword to block behind him, colliding with the Alchemy Longsword attacking from the blind spot.

Yet before he could recover, a short sword sneaked in and stabbed into his chest.

In just a few seconds of exchange, Galan pulled back the longsword and launched a fatal strike coordinated with the feint.

"Hey, hey... No way..."

Seeing the cold look in Flag's eyes as he turned his head, Galan could not help feeling a chill in his heart.

A sense of unease washed over him like a tide—could stabbing into his heart actually fail to kill him?

What kind of monster is this?

"Gle—"

Before he could make a sound, a whip-kick landed on Galan's lower abdomen, kicking him flying and sending him crashing hard into the ruins not far away.

Subsequently, Flag stabbed a sword into Glenn's right hand, then kicked and snapped his left leg, flinging him fiercely away.