Recognition

Gilan's thoughts flashed by in an instant.

The battle situation changed by the moment, allowing him not even the slightest distraction.

Whooo!!

The enormous, terrifying Rending Wheel stone hammer in his hand whirled at high speed, kicking up a gale strong enough to make a grown adult weighing over a hundred pounds stagger.

Clang clang clang!!

Amid the blurred afterimages, faint sparks could be seen flashing.

That was the white-haired man's elegant "dance," weaving through the impenetrable hammer shadows to evade while flicking the silver shortsword in his hand, striking the hammer's handle with precision and finesse to deflect its force.

Despite Gilan's fierce assault, it had no effect whatsoever.

Meanwhile, the Chanter still looked utterly at ease, as though he were merely taking a leisurely stroll through a garden.

Suddenly.

The Chanter raised a hand and lightly brushed the small emerald harp against his chest.

Ding dong deng...

The strings trembled, producing several brief notes that slipped into Gilan's ears.

The great hammer he had just swung abruptly changed direction midway, tracing an arc as it came crashing down toward Gilan's own head.

That ability again...

Gilan inwardly cursed the trouble.

He twisted aside, spinning with the stone hammer's momentum.

Boom!!

The stone hammer struck the ground, sending dust flying.

Using the momentum, Gilan twisted at the waist and kicked out, a swift back kick like a cannonball aimed straight at the Chanter's face—

Whoosh!!

The secret technique, "Iron Shattering," tore through the air with a howl.

Smiling, the Chanter neither dodged nor retreated. His slender, pale fingers flicked against his chest once more, plucking the harp.

Ding dong...

Gilan's right leg, which supported his center of gravity and balance, immediately stopped obeying him, buckling weakly at the knee.

Gilan's pupils contracted.

*Even with my current mental strength, I