Able shrugged his shoulders as he looked at his crumbling opponent.
'That's not it.'
The reason Able was called the Berserker of the North was very simple.
It was just because he went out to the battlefield every day and swept away the enemy.
If he caught you, you would never be taken prisoner. He would definitely kill whoever his opponent was.
However, Trevor Warren seemed to be somewhat mistaken. That must have been because Able looked so overwhelmingly strong.
'By the way, even though it's torn in half, it's not like it's completely unusable, right?'
There was a definite feeling that the attack power had been weakened, but as long as he could hit accurately, it didn't seem to matter.
Wasn't that just a huge success? Ignore the opponent's attack and go in to hit a vital spot! There was no need to go to great lengths to create an opening.
"It's comfortable and nice. I should use it often."
