"It doesn't look like this is going to work." Facing such a "wide" gap in fighting strength, Gawain felt a bead of sweat roll down his face.
But it was obvious that there was no way to escape in this situation. With no other choice, Gawain called out, "Berserker over there, I'll hold this guy off. Get the others out of here. I can use a Command Seal to teleport afterward."
Gawain shouted loudly, as if he didn't care whether King Hassan heard him.
As he shouted, Gawain was already charging forward, swinging the Sword of Victory in his hand. Light still shimmered along its blade, radiating waves of heat that scorched the face.
Honestly, Gawain was charging in fully armored, swinging a long sword that looked like it had every special effect turned on.
Across from him, King Hassan had little left besides the skull mask still clinging to his face. His powerful muscles were exposed, and his slightly dark skin looked even more eerie beside Gawain's.
Yes, it was a little eerie—but King Hassan was, well... still standing in that same posture.
After all, he had just taken the full force of a meteor's impact—one that might have been even more powerful than the ultimate 9-Circle Meteor Swarm.
There was no helping the state he was in.
Or rather, the fact that he could still stand, let alone fight, was something only King Hassan could manage.
Still, perhaps it was just Lin Yun's imagination, but this time Gawain looked ready to throw his life away. He had practically left himself wide open, attacking with huge, unnecessary movements, as though he were trying to draw his opponent's blows.
King Hassan knew Gawain was up to something, but how could a real man like him refuse an invitation like that?