Chapitre 223: Great Ancient Knight

The alliance surrounded Trevor and Arthur in a semi-circle as they prepared for the incoming ancient troops. They looked on with tense faces as Trevor attacked the noble youth that had given them a headache. 

As the sword descended, Arthur looked on unfazed. His hand glowed grey as the air was compressed inside the ethereal rods, increasing the density of the restrains that shot out of his hands. 

The restraints coiled around the knight and his sword, making the giant blade halt its movement an inch away from Arthur's face. Arthur's blonde hair fluttered in the wind as the air pressure from the attack descended. 

"You can't break my restrains, Trevor," Arthur said as he tugged hard. "My ability might be of the support type, but it has its uses."

"Oh, is that right?" Trevor leaned forward and rushed forward, appearing in front of Arthur in an instant. "It's still useless in an actual fight." He punched toward Arthur's ribcage with crystalized hands.