Tyrce raised his sword and slashed repeatedly, sending several Slashing Waves flying.
The Slashing Waves came at vicious angles, cutting off every avenue of escape for Randall.
Randall's only possible fate was to be struck by the Slashing Waves and left unable to move.
"Lord Tyr! Be careful not to hurt his face!
This kid could fetch a good price!"
The lackey watched the dense barrage of Slashing Waves and called out a warning, his heart pounding in fear.
"Relax! It's already over!"
Tyrce spoke impatiently.
Then he simply sheathed his sword, turned, and walked away, not even bothering to watch what happened to Randall.
As far as he was concerned, Randall was just a green kid. How strong could he possibly be?
The outcome had been decided the moment he swung his sword.
But after a few steps, instead of Randall's screams, he heard the lackey's panicked voice.
"L-Lord Tyr! That brat's fine!"
Tyrce frowned and turned around.
Sure enough, it was just as the lackey had said.
Randall stood there without so much as a scratch.
The Slashing Waves Tyr had unleashed were gone too, as though they had never existed.
When Tyr looked over, Randall made the same gesture as before.
He raised a hand and beckoned to him.
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Tyrce flew into a rage.
How dare this brat humiliate me like this!
With a clang, his sword left its sheath again.
This time, he stopped holding back and charged up his attack.
Then, with a furious shout, he slashed diagonally.
"Hah!"
A blood-red, crescent-shaped wave of slashing force flew toward Randall.
This was Tyr's ultimate move, and he clearly had great confidence in it.
So he sheathed his sword once again and told the lackey:
"There's something strange about this brat.
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