Chapitre 227: Sure, Why Not?

As soon as the battle started, Exellor rushed forward, his greatsword being dragged along the stage's floor. Cracks spread, significant proof that he was packing a great deal of strength behind it.

"Take this...!" He shouted while dragging the sword across horizontally.

The swing wasn't fast, but the power behind it was extraordinary. Murako, who was ready to draw his sword and aim for a counter, backstepped instead of taking the strike or deflecting it.

It was a wise choice!

The swing, despite missing his body by a few inches, still managed to send him flying from the air pressure behind the strike alone. Prepared for such a thing to happen, Murako backflipped, using the chance to gain some distance.

"This is the last match already, and you plan on holding back?" Murako asked, irritated.