Kapitel 296: The Thief Of Names

Northern's eyes glowed menacingly as he unleashed an upwards slash in that tight space. Krullgath was able to react quickly, parrying the attack even though he lost his balance.

However, that was a big mistake; it would have probably worked with any other opponent. It was a last-moment call that proved his reflex, but this Northern right now was a monster that had thirsted for the freedom from fear.

Just as the Commander lost his balance, an onyx blade viciously streaked towards him from below like a black mamba.

It was too late to react; even if he had the time, he couldn't have been reflexive enough to counter it when it was so low.

However, he could harden his body just like he had done before.

And so as the sword found its mark, it bounced off again. But a wild glee could be seen on Northern's face.

Which made the Commander very confused. Why the happiness? You didn't win, you bastard—was probably how he had thought at that moment.