Good wrapped his arms around Hajrudin's fist, spun him around several times, and slammed him hard into the ground!
"Behave yourself!"
Boom!!!
Hajrudin's back struck the ground heavily. The powerful impact swept through his entire body, his eyes rolled back, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"Hey, Giant."
By the time Hajrudin regained consciousness, Good was already standing on his chest, staring coldly down at him.
"Hajrudin, I heard you want to become king of the Giants?"
"So what if I do!"
Hajrudin tried to get up, but it felt as though an immense weight was pressing down on him. No matter how he struggled, he could not move.
He reached out with a huge hand, trying to grab Good.
Shhk!
A sharp stone spike erupted from the ground and pierced his palm!
"Aaargh!"
Hajrudin roared in pain.
Mockery showed in Good's eyes.
"Is that all you've got?"
"..."
Hajrudin's eyes became bloodshot. Bearing the honor of the Giants, he could not stand being scorned by his enemy!
He was going to become king of the Giants!
"Ooooooh!!!"
Hajrudin roared in anger. His impaled palm snapped the stone spike, and he pressed both hands into the rocky ground, pushing his body upright little by little.
"Oh, not bad."
Good did not force him back down. He simply jumped off Hajrudin, giving him time to rally, and drew the greatsword from his back.
Looking at the broad-bladed greatsword in his hands, a hint of nostalgia appeared in Good's eyes. It had been a long time since he had fought with a sword.
After all, his swordsmanship really sucked!
But there was one move that required no swordsmanship.
Once Hajrudin steadied himself, Good gripped the greatsword with both hands and held it behind him, high on his right, gathering