The distance of more than ten meters was gone in a flash. Heath appeared in front of the man like a gust of wind, and raised his cross sword, and slashed down vertically.
At this time, the man was still in a state of 'Why am I so fierce?', 'Could it be that I have already advanced to a Knight?', 'Could it be that I'm a genius?' and so on.
Therefore, he did not pay much attention to Heath's slash. He just casually blocked it.
The strength of an Apprentice Knight was not worth mentioning to the man at the moment. When the cross swords collided, there was only an insignificant vibration coming from his wrist.
The man, who had felt the taste of power for the first time, was extremely happy. He was about to say something to show off.
However, before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a chill sweep over him for no reason. It was as if he had suddenly entered winter. He could not help but shiver and take two steps back.
