Atama's eyes condensed, and the aura of a silver-level warrior finally burst out. The strong aura and pressure even caused Sean's sword movement to stagnate for a moment. It was because of this moment of delay that Atama swayed out of Sean's attack range. He was no longer suppressed by Sean's stormy attack rhythm, and the battle situation once again returned to the previous situation.
Sean sighed with pity. If he could delay it a little later, maybe he would really be able to win. It's just a pity that I didn't expect that the noble boy on the other side was really not a fool. He knew how to warn him verbally, so that he wouldn't wait until the end without knowing why he lost.
