Chapter - 67
"What the hell is this piece of garbage doing?"
The forest was filled with the constant, unrelenting sound of Gruff's fists crashing against the wooden shield, his anger still running high. However, as the minutes ticked by, the old man's expression shifted from amusement to growing unease.
The whole scene had taken an unexpected turn, and despite Gruff's relentless assault, Rick remained unmoved.
Rick, against all odds, had stood his ground, and the wooden shield he clutched was in pristine condition, just as it was when he summoned it. There were no signs of wear, no damage, not even a single scratch. It was a puzzling mystery that defied all reason, and Rick couldn't help but wear a sardonic grin as he gazed at Gruff.
