It was clearly nothing more than a one-handed longsword.
It weighed perhaps less than twenty jin.
Yet, as that male adventurer swung it with all his strength,
the air around him was forcefully torn apart with a strange ripping sound!
It was the sound of air being struck into shockwaves, only to be swiftly sliced apart again!
As though some kind of leather were being ripped apart!
And beyond that,
the area the sharp blade passed through left a trail hanging directly in midair, resembling the contrail of a flying aircraft.
This strike!
Even an ordinary giant—those fellows over four meters tall, strong enough to use trees as weapons, and usually requiring dozens of fully armed soldiers to deal with—would have been cleanly cleaved in two, as easily as chopping minced meat!
But all of that was clearly meaningless to Worida Mala.
When the other's attack had already reached him, and the surrounding onlookers began to cry out as though he were about to spill blood on the spot,
he finally drew a dagger gleaming with enchantment, his expression full of disdain, moving seemingly slowly yet actually swiftly.
As though slicing fruit, he cut the incoming sharp blade in half, then carried the momentum onward and slashed across the other's shoulder!
That strike was as swift as lightning!
Ordinary people could not even see it clearly.
Much less evade it!
Even after Worida Mala sheathed his dagger,
the other man was still immersed in the joy of believing he was about to strike Worida Mala.
Very soon.
Why didn't I feel like I hit anything?
When did my sword break...
Looking at the weapon in his hand, which had somehow been reduced to only half a blade, before he could figure out what was happening,
the next moment,
amid sudden,