Chen Fan flicked the sword in his hand aside. It stabbed into the ground and swayed back and forth. Salvatore Doni froze, then looked at Chen Fan in confusion. "Why did you throw away your sword?"
Chen Fan smiled. "Since you've used your Authority, I naturally have to use some of my power as well. But my power has nothing to do with swords."
"Another trick? Interesting! As expected of the King who defeated both the Persian God of War and Melqart. Then let me see your true strength!" Salvatore Doni charged at Chen Fan.
He raised his sword high above his head with both hands, then brought it down toward Chen Fan's head.
Chen Fan raised his left hand before him, two fingers forming a V as though he intended to catch the sword between them.
"That's too reckless!" the leader of the Knights of the City of Lilies shouted. The others were all extremely tense as well.
Salvatore Doni narrowed his eyes slightly at the sight, but he still swung down with all his strength.
"...!" Time seemed to come to an abrupt halt. Salvatore Doni's sword strike, which seemed capable of cutting apart everything before it, suddenly stopped.
The blade had been effortlessly caught between two fingers, held firmly in place. Everyone stared in disbelief. Catching an attack from the Sword King with two fingers—they would rather believe they were dreaming.
Salvatore Doni was stunned as well. He had never imagined that his attack would be caught by two fingers. How was that possible?
While Salvatore Doni was still dazed, Chen Fan's right hand appeared before his forehead, his fingers poised to flick. By the time Salvatore Doni noticed, he could no longer react.
The others were also curious about what Chen Fan was doing. Salvatore Doni's