Bab 117: Reassignment Platoon.

*Cling Clang Clang* "tch- You are tougher than I thought!" the muscular man spits on the ground. Then Another swing would hit Artirian sword *Cling Clang Clang* "Who are you? Can we talk this out?" Artirian gritted his teeth as he defended himself from the strikes that were being thrown at him. "I- AM the PERSON who will give you a lesson that you ARE only a WEAKLING! AND you need to humble down AHH'' Another strike coming from above would strike. Artirian would be little in trouble if his strength were not that trained enough. Artirian would then narrow his eyes to analyze his opponent's main basic 4 technique attacks.