Shing-!
Ren Amaki merely raised an eyebrow. Without rejecting Chuan Wenwu's proposal, he drew the Hero's Sword at his waist and slashed straight at Chuan Wenwu's arm.
His Hero's Sword was no longer the beginner's longsword it had been when he first arrived in this world. After all his training and nurturing, it had far surpassed what this world considered a divine weapon. Even without sword techniques, its sharpness alone let him slaughter ordinary magical beasts as easily as chopping vegetables.
And in this contest Chuan Wenwu had proposed, something akin to arm wrestling, he did not deliberately hold back. He put at least seventy or eighty percent of his strength into the slash at Chuan Wenwu's arm.
Clang-
Their collision produced the ringing clash of metal against stone. His blade was deflected, and a dull ache spread through his palm. Yet when he looked at Chuan Wenwu's arm, it was completely unharmed!
Ren Amaki's eyes widened slightly, his normally cool expression faltering. He stared at Chuan Wenwu in disbelief. "How is that possible...?"
How could his attack fail to break through the other man's defenses?
Could a shield user really be this absurd? Or had the world updated the game without his knowledge and given Shield Warriors a massive buff?
"Let me try too!"
Motoyasu Kitamura was itching to have a go after seeing that. He pulled out his spear, eager to thrust it at Chuan Wenwu as well. Chuan Wenwu's eyelid twitched, and he swiftly changed his stance to meet Motoyasu Kitamura's spear tip with the face of his shield.
Sparks flew, but the shield remained unscathed. Chuan Wenwu sat firmly where he was, utterly unaffected even by the impact of the collision.
"Huh?"
Before Motoyasu Kitamura could voice his confusion, Chuan Wenwu beat him to it with