'SH*T!!'
Every hair on Baradur's body stood on end as he sensed the icy edge of Ian's dagger nearing his neck.
Instinctively, he spun around as quickly as possible, stepping back in a desperate attempt to dodge the strike.
Unfortunately, how could he, a warrior, be faster than a scout?
Baradur's eyes widened upon realizing that his opponent's weapon—clad in a corrosive dark aura—was already just a few centimeters away from his neck.
There was only one course of action he could do now.
"Stoic!" He exclaimed in a panic.
In the very next moment, his body shimmered with a translucent golden hue, signaling that [Stoic] had already activated.
To Baradur's horror, as the dagger of the terrorist elite codenamed Alpha Three struck the translucent glow shielding him, the blade's corrosive aura began to erode [Stoic].
