Jonathan gazed at Derrick with a look of amusement, while the Sword Dancer displayed absolute shock. He expected the apprentice to be tanky, sure, but to outright ignore his attack seemed nonsensical.
Immediately, the Grandmaster struck the Journeyman rapidly, slicing and slashing all over his body, even aiming for his head, eyes, and other delicate places he could reach.
Jonathan just stood there and took it all, the most damage he ever took being some white lines on his throat and face. His smile grew wider with every passing second, until he burst out in laughter.
Why was Jonathan so happy? Well, it had to do with the lad himself.
Among the Five Apprentices, he was the most ambitious and violent one. If given the chance to solve a problem, his go-to method would leave behind a pile of ashes or bones.
