The fight ended too fast for anyone to understand. Several other fights ended at the same time, but they could be counted on one hand. Cedric looked at his fist and felt sorry for the swordsman sprawled on the ground.
If this was a game, Cedric would have something called a knockback effect on his fists. They generated a gale of wind that pushed the enemy away as he got struck by it. If the enemy did not have high durability or lost their footing, the wind would be enough to send them flying.
The swordsman was fast, but he was a bad match against Cedric. The latter had Enharis, a realm that separated fighters from warriors. In the stands, Alexander Howling looked at Cedric with interest.
"What a promising lad," muttered the burly man with a laugh. "He has already achieved what other masters need decades to achieve."
