Nero, caught off guard by Valerius's skillful maneuver, failed to retract his arm in time. The sword's hilt struck his wrist with immense force, almost shattering his bones.
Argh!
Nero cried out, his agonized cry echoing through the air.
At the same time, although the bones of Nero's weapon-wielding arm didn't shatter under his attack as Valerius had held back a lot when he attacked, it became entirely numb. He couldn't feel it, much less exert the strength to keep holding on to his weapon. As a result, the rapier slid out of his hand as he was crying and fell to the ground, leaving him unarmed and defenseless.
"I never thought a human could cry like that. Nero, you sound like a pig being slaughtered!" Vorian taunted from the sidelines.
Nero's face turned red out of embarrassment. He bit his lips tightly enough to draw blood in order to not let out another cry, enduring the pain silently.
