Chapter 64

It was an almost perfect surprise attack. The weapons swing was sharp, too, making it hard to defend against it, let alone avoid it. Thats what Harold concluded before the blow reached him.

Whats with that? If its at this level then.

Though from anyone elses point of view, avoiding this would have been problematic, for Harold, it was so slow it could make him yawn.

All he did was take a sort of dance step and move back the right half of his body. And yet, the opponents weapon only sliced air.

Looking at it more closely, the assailants weapon was a wooden sword. Although it was powerful, it didnt have much potential for killing, and judging from the slashs power, Harold felt it was no threat to him.

The opponent who had raised the sword above his head and attacked the air had dangerously exposed himself, making it easy to neutralize and restrain him. He was falling forward, and in his current stance, he could only see Harolds foot.

That was because Harold kicked the mans hands, which were holding the sword, with his left foot. The assailant sword flipped and flew away while he let out a loud groan of pain. He reflexively raised his face that was distorted from anguish.

He seemed to be around fifty years old, but his stern features and his Lincolnic beard probably made him look older than he really was.

Well, knowing the opponents age isnt going to be of much use here

, thinking that, Harold continued his pursuit of the man.

Harold pulled back his kicking foot like a pendulum, and struck the opponents shoulder with his heel. Even though Harold adjusted his strength, it should still have been painful, yet the man, with his robust muscles, managed to resist. But as a price for that, his muscles became momentarily stiff.

Though he felt some admiration for that surprising strength, Harold used his left leg, that was on the mans shoulder, as a fulcrum and somersaulted in the back to catch the sword that he had kicked up. He adjusted his posture in the air and slightly leveled it down as he swung the wooden sword downward.

The man, who finally got rid of his muscles stiffening, crossed both of his arms over his head in an attempt to defend himself.

Still, if he blocks this attack, his arms will get