The next second, Malin blocked the incoming slash with his right-hand longsword and swept his left-hand sword horizontally, forcing back the baron in front of him.
The next second, Malin's retaliation dodged this thrust, and the next second, using an illusion to attract the attack, when the illusion circling to the right was shattered by the hit of the sword hilt, Malin's own stab had already been launched on the left side.
The baron parried the strike—the greatsword planted firmly in the earth blocked this lunge, but Malin's exceedingly sharp longsword cut a gash in the blade of the greatsword.
Like a hot knife through butter.
The baron abandoned his greatsword, then dragged a bone sword out of the void.
It was suffused with the aura of Chaos.
The members of the Mage Tower below immediately reinforced the shield of the battlefield.
Malin looked at the man before him and sighed, "In the end, you still became the very thing you once loathed most."
