'What is he doing?' The Goblin Elder watched as the black-haired young man moved his arm around in the air as if he were doing something.
The elder's limited knowledge made it hard to comprehend it.
'He must be tricking me. He only boasts big words!' The Goblin Elder thought with scorn. 'I have already won this battle. I just have to beat him into submission.'
"Huff..." Ambrose spun his swords around and cracked a small smile. "Much better."
'After reaching a hundred in Dexterity, I truly am starting to feel like these swords are another limb of mine. I feel very connected to them on a spiritual level.'
The Goblin Elder pointed its wooden cane filled with strange magic at Ambrose and shouted. "Time to end this. Goblin Bombardment!"
Swoosh, swoosh—dozens of spherical magic spells shot out from the wooden cane, raining down on Ambrose.