章節 202: Anti-Mage

"Why not? I won't beat you too hard," Ethan said. "With a few broken bones, I bet your face will look better, and you might have a chance with Lyla in the end."

Ian grabbed a knife from his back and then lowered his stance. At the same time, Ethan summoned his sword from his inventory while smiling.

Ethan blinked, his mind momentarily interrupted by a sudden sensation on his cheek. It happened so quickly, a fraction of a second, but in that fleeting moment, he felt a sharp, cutting pain searing across his skin. His hand instinctively rose to touch the source of the discomfort, and as his fingertips made contact with his cheek, he felt the wetness of warm blood staining his skin.

His brows furrowed as he contemplated the possibilities, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle of this sudden and unexplained wound. The taste of metallic iron lingered on his tongue as he licked his lips, a stark reminder of his vulnerability in this unknown situation.