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CHAPTER 170
Seeing the incoming attack, Korad dodged to the side in time, preventing any further injury.
He took a turn and immediately held the sword from Zale's left hand with both palms.
Zale slammed a kick at his ribs hard, cracking a bone there but Korad refused to let go.
He pushed enough force into his leg muscles as he pushed upward, and kicked Zale's side where the knife was stuck in.
Quickly, Zale took some steps back, just in time and grabbed Korad's leg while letting go of the sword.
Holding Korad's leg, Zale threw him to the ground, causing dust to rise from where the latter had fallen.
Korad stood back up with a wicked grin as he lifted Zale's sword for him to see.
Moving the sword in his hand, he walked over with the hand holding the sword raised and ready for a fair fight.
"Come on pretty boy," he urged Zale, beckoning on him with his free hand.
