A long broadsword forcefully clashed against the bone blade, producing a sharp ting sound as sparks flew from the point of contact. The surprising thing was that the bone blade, which had sliced through countless weapons like paper, remained still against the crude-looking sword, even though it was coated with mana and glowing with a reddish hue.
Bowen jumped backward, and the orc did the same. This first clash was merely a test, both of them knew well. Bowen became wary of the sword. At the same time, he recognized that the orc's strength should not be underestimated—he had the power of a C-Rank warrior.
"Aaa!" The orc let out a growl and slashed his sword horizontally. The ordinary-looking swing sent a gust of wind that cut a statue a kilometer away. Bowen leaped over the current of air, throwing his mana-infused bone blade.
