Zhang Tie coughed up blood as he crawled to his feet, gripped the little knife in his hand again, and charged forward—only to be sent flying once more...
After this happened four times, even Scala was moved. The last time Zhang Tie was knocked down, Scala came to his side, crouched, and effortlessly snatched the little knife from Zhang Tie's hand.
"Your body seems remarkably capable of taking a beating. I admire your courage, but it's useless. And for the sake of a few lowly commoners, it simply isn't worth it. I never expected the Eagle of Selnes to be such a hot-blooded young man. Heh... heh..." As Scala spoke, he rubbed the knife between his fingers. The blade turned into silvery powder that poured from his palm and scattered in the wind.
Zhang Tie panted heavily as he looked at Scala crouching before him. Against the backdrop of the azure sky, Scala's backlit face appeared somewhat gloomy, impossible to read for joy or anger.
After suffering several heavy blows in succession, Zhang Tie's injuries were not yet fatal, but every bone in his body felt as if it were about to fall apart. He no longer even had the strength to get up.
Scala's guard was also a level-ten Strong Warrior. A level-ten Strong Warrior naturally knew exactly how to make someone lose the ability to keep fighting without endangering their life. That Zhang Tie had held on four times had already exceeded everyone's expectations.
"No matter what you want from me, I can only tell you—you're dreaming. Fuck your mother, ptooey..." Though he was in a miserable state, Zhang Tie lay on the ground with an unyielding grin. Then he spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto Scala's face. "I've already gotten my money's worth out of life.