The Hobgoblin Giant was also an expert in this area, but he admitted to himself that when it came to adapting, he was absolutely not as quick as the man before him.
Today, he had kicked an iron plate; the opponent was clearly a master disguised as a pig to eat a tiger. Based on the combat skills he had shown, he would believe it if someone said he was a Legendary Warrior.
Leo was not the type to easily bow his head in submission, especially with his favored large double-handed sword in hand, a fierce battle fire began to burn in his eyes.
In the slaughter of the battlefield, aside from physical quality and skills, combat experience and the will to fight play an irreplaceable role.
In this regard, the Hobgoblin Giant was absolutely confident; ever since he could remember, he had used his hands and swords in the Shura Field to acquire everything he needed—survival, power, and honor.
He could not treat this as a mere contest; it was a fight to the death, sparing no efforts.
