"Huff, huff." When the spar was over, Klein found it hard to catch his breath.
The difference in appearance between him and the Death Knight really was something else.
The Death Knight didn't seem to suffer any damage at all, but Klein was covered in cuts. Even bits of his armour had been cut off by the bone sword of the Death Knight and were scattered all over the ground.
That was more than enough to show just how sharp the Death Knight's sword was.
"How is it?" I asked Klein while he was catching his breath.
He looked at me and there was a trace of bitterness that appeared on his face before he said, "Honestly, I can't compare to this thing. However, this Death Knight is still far from being able to compare to the one that we faced before. That one was even strong enough to disregard the flames of the wyverns, so it was on a completely different level."
