Though a weapon was stronger for every inch longer it was, weight also played a considerable role in combat.
The weapon in the warrior leader's hands whirled through the air, yet White Turtledove showed no difficulty at all. He merely blocked the attacks casually. In less than two minutes, no one knew how many exchanges they had gone through.
The warrior leader's attacks were indeed fierce, but he could not sustain such attacks for long. Sure enough, before five minutes had passed, he abruptly took a step back, looking somewhat drained. After all, such ferocious attacks were not something one could normally unleash in battle.
White Turtledove sighed at that moment. "You're pretty good, but I recommend that you make more progress along the path of magic. Constantly exhausting your body in battle like this won't do you any good in the future."
Compared to the warrior leader, White Turtledove remained utterly calm, not looking at all like someone who had just fought a fierce battle.
White Turtledove might have meant those words kindly, but they sounded far from pleasant to the group of warriors. One of them roared, "Boss, kill him! No one can stand this kind of humiliation!"
"Brothers, get him! Hack him into a thousand pieces!" Several warriors by the table immediately sprang forward and surrounded White Turtledove.
Invel frowned and was about to gather magic power, but Li lightly tugged at him. "White Turtledove doesn't need you to save him!"
Seeing his five companions step forward, the warrior leader forced out a cold smile. "That's right. So what if I can't beat you alone? I've got five brothers and sisters! Let's see if we can't kill you, bastard!"
His five companions consisted of three men and two women. Some wielded a pair of short axes, while