Mars Shone Bright Tonight

Hagrid had not run out of options after losing three points in a row; he had simply been holding back because of his strength.

If he used even a little more force, that wooden sword, not even as thick as a little finger, would definitely break.

But he would not do that.

Vincent saw this and quickly scored another three points.

Six to zero. There was no longer any suspense.

This was a fair duel.

One side had the advantage in size, while the other exploited the weakness his opponent had exposed.

After Hagrid was lightly tapped on the thigh twice more, he suddenly remembered the condition he would have to agree to if he lost.

Vincent had not said it outright, but he definitely would not favor Aragog's side.

"Roar—" The howl shook the centaurs around them so hard that their heads swayed.

"Chief, is this the magical roar of a giant?"

Magorian, who had been affected less severely, never took his eyes off Vincent.

"That's right. It's a magical shock meant to intimidate enemies."

All magic targeting the soul was ineffective against Vincent.

Other than a slight ringing in his ears, he felt no discomfort at all.

He raised both hands, then brought down the wooden sword he held.

Overconfident, Hagrid hurriedly raised a hand.

It hit his wrist. Nine points.

Only one final point remained.

Hagrid snapped the wooden sword in half, holding one piece in each hand.

Every time he swung, he stomped forward with force.

Vincent did not rashly approach.

This was using offense as defense.

Each time Padfoot trampled the grassland, the centaurs' anger rose another notch.

If this continued, the relationship between both sides would certainly worsen.

Vincent, who had stopped advancing, held the wooden sword in one hand and made a throwing