At that moment, Garr could feel a chilling sensation around his neck.
The sword embryo's blade was so close that blood began to trickle down.
Everyone watching was utterly baffled.
Moments ago, the sword embryo seemed to be struggling against Garr's attacks. Yet now, Garr had stopped his offense entirely, channeling all his magic into reinforcing his defenses.
But even then, he remained frozen, motionless—standing there as if he were inviting the sword embryo to strike him.
"What is he doing? Why isn't he fighting back?"
"This doesn't make any sense. Is he just waiting to be hit?"
The crowd erupted in murmurs of confusion and disappointment.
Even among those watching, some began mocking Garr.
"All the other fights have been so thrilling, and now we get this? He looks like an idiot just standing there."
"Is he really a saint of the Sanctuary of Extension? This is embarrassing!"
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