บท 158: Tactical Retreat

Shammoth's eyes widened in surprise while his ever-present smile stretched, "It seems my little outing has led me to discover quite the special one. Curious…"

Before another word could be exchanged, the draconic boy disappeared like a blur, bursting forward with new speed as Shammoth was forced to react.

"That's more like it. Come at me with everything you've got, if you truly plan to live!" Shammoth told him.

Shifting his right forearm into a greatsword that was hardened by reinforced bone, the Viscount of Farmaya clashed against the sword wielded by Emilio.

"Oh, quite some strength you're packing there…" Shammoth whispered to him amidst their clash.

"Nrgh…!" Emilio roared out.

As he pressed his foot down against the ground, the tiles of the pool began cracking before shattering beneath his step, exuding azure embers from his position before he managed to break through.