Thorne was somewhat surprised, but his wealth of combat experience allowed him to remain calm.
He certainly did not believe that the object resembling a wooden staff was merely a wooden staff. Until he understood what the Azureans were capable of, he would never try to take it head-on.
His charging body stopped abruptly, and he instantly sprang diagonally aside.
The wooden staff flew past his waist.
After landing, Thorne's gaze sharpened. He had clearly felt the force of the air stirred up by the passing staff—its power was not to be underestimated.
The yellowish Azurean twisted his right wrist, and the flying staff immediately changed direction, smashing down toward Thorne's head again.
"Are you ever going to stop?"
Thorne had no desire to get bogged down fighting these fellows. He kicked hard against the ground and shot toward the Azurean like a cannonball.
At the same time, a dagger appeared in his hand.
He crossed the dozens of meters in an instant, his dagger flashing toward the Azurean's neck.
The shield-bearing Azurean beside him roared. In a flash, he appeared in front of the staff-wielding Azurean, his heavy shield radiating an imposing presence as it blocked Thorne's dagger.
Thorne did not pause. Before the other Azurean's saber could sweep toward him, he flipped through the air and sailed straight over the shield.
As he rose, he glanced at the faint mark on the shield, a trace of amusement in his eyes.
It looked like these Azureans weren't all that formidable in individual combat. That shield wasn't as sturdy as I'd imagined, either.
A moment later, Thorne landed behind the yellowish Azurean and drove his dagger straight into the back of his neck.
Thorne's speed gave him an enormous advantage here. Although the three Azureans had bizarre abilities, they were