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The Execution Knight's attack came without warning, his body and blade wind bearing down together!

Tales instinctively raised his sword to block. Amid the clash of steel, he barely withstood the enemy's saber.

"Clang!"

Sakrael's slash came from a tricky angle, executed with immense experience. Tales struggled desperately, feeling his grip slip.

Fortunately, the silver-bladed longsword confiscated from Ricky had proved a great help. Its excellent feel and balance kept Tales from dropping his weapon on the very first strike.

But his opponent gave the Prince no chance to catch his breath. Sakrael immediately released his saber and closed in.

He thrust his right hand forward, fingers together like a blade, straight at Tales's throat!

Tales stepped back, trying to force his opponent away with his sword's edge.

But he quickly realized he had been wrong—the Execution Knight's attack went far beyond that.

"Thud!"

Tales felt his front foot jolt as he retreated. His entire body had already been tripped, sending the longsword's trajectory awry!

Damn it!

Having lost his balance, Tales threw everything he had into twisting his head aside beneath the force of his opponent's palm!

Sakrael's fingernails barely grazed the Prince's neck, bringing a razor-sharp jolt of terror and pain.

But it was not over yet.

"Whoosh!"

The Execution Knight's left hand caught the saber and, with a backhanded motion, knocked aside Tales's crooked blade. Sparks flew as the saber swept straight toward the Prince's forehead!

Tales was falling toward the ground and had no time to dodge. He could only watch the blade come at him!

At the instant the saber wind pierced his bones, Sin of the Hell River surged desperately into his arm.

The next moment, the airborne Prince gritted his teeth and raised an elbow, forcing out an awkward, imperfect Iron Body Style.