Four powerful attacks crashed onto him. The only thing Pharder saw was a blinding golden beam.
"Such powerful skill!" Pharder could sensed the power within the attack was greater than anything he had received before. This meant that Aldred had the highest skill in swordmanship in the Empire. He had fought against all of them, and none could match Aldred's technique.
Pharder raised his arms to block while the golden light engulfed him.
Boom!
Right after the golden beam vanished, Pharder could barely stood on his two feet. His whole body was covered in wounds and blood. The attack left him weak, and his eyes twitched. The only thing that left them open was his will power.
Pharder looked at the weapon in Aldred's hand. "You cheated. That weapon is too powerful."
"In that case, I will let you use a weapon while I use my bare hands."