Drake charged with an Intermediate Swordsman at his side, while the other Intermediate Swordsman immediately turned back to defend, charging at Hill as she broke into their formation.
Marcus raised his shield before him, but he was completely unable to withstand Drake's charge.
A body strengthened by battle aura carried an impact that no Lower-Level Warrior could block.
Boom!
With a dull, thunderous crash, Marcus felt as though he were wrestling a rhinoceros. He and his shield were sent flying, leaving his head spinning.
Gak faced the Intermediate Swordsman head-on.
With a furious roar, he brought his broad axe down in a vertical chop. Standing seven feet two inches tall and blessed with monstrous strength, his strike carried an intimidating force!
Yet his opponent did not evade at all. He actually met the downward chop with an upward slash.
Gak's heart jolted. The handle of his broad axe had been sliced apart by the other man's longsword!
The pale blue battle aura wrapped around the blade had directly destroyed the thick axe handle.
The iron axehead fell to the ground. Gak's strike missed, leaving only a bare wooden shaft in his hand.
The swordsman twisted his wrist again, and the blade swept sharply downward, turning the upward slash into a diagonal cut!
If that strike landed, it would sever Gak's entire right arm at the shoulder!
At the critical moment, Gak abruptly leaped back on instinct.
But the longsword still left a gruesome wound across his body, cutting from his right shoulder all the way to his chest, flesh split open.
Blood gushed out, soaking his breastplate and collar.
Gak fell backward.
Get lost!!
Gray roared as he charged in from the side. He stepped forward and thrust his sword, fighting with a desperate, life-or-death ferocity that barely forced back