章節 133: White Mist

Clyde looked at Samuel who was quite far from him. His eyes opened wide in surprise.

Then Clyde's gaze fell on his sword. His hand gripping the sword did not tremble at all. As if it had been used to wielding a sword for a long time.

His strength also came out bigger than he thought. Clyde had thought that his attack would only cause a small impact on Samuel's spear. However, it turns out he was able to push Samuel to fly a few meters back.

'Wait, don't get excited just yet,' Clyde said to himself. 'Samuel is probably still holding back.'

Yes, the possibility is very big. Samuel must not have used his full strength thinking he was still sick.

Yet, being able to push Samuel backward in one hit was still impressive. Clyde couldn't deny it even if he tried to control himself.

That means he is not as weak as he seems. Maybe even he still has all his abilities in using weapons.