Kaaang!

The air cracked and sparks flew as the spear and falchion struck each other like lightning bolts.

However, at this point, Delkur’s superiority was absolute. A spear thrust required the use of one’s shoulders, elbows, and wrists, but the time it took to attack and recover the weapon was short. It might be different if Randolph’s legs were free, but in this situation of limited mobility, he was always late by half a beat.

In the time that Randolph slashed twice, Delkur had stabbed three times.

The forehead, philtrum, throat, solar plexus, thighs... This was one of the Seven Swords of the Empire, capable of grasping the essence of the whole body and attacking without a single error. Randolph kept deflecting the flexible tip of Delkur’s spear with his blades. However, his slowed swings weren’t the only reason Randolph was simply defending.

So far, this has been the 123rd time. I should be able to gradually see the pattern, but... I still can’t catch it.

At a certain level, experienced warriors would start noticing every combatant’s unique pattern of movement. It might be a habitual flick of a spear, but once it was repeated so many times, it formed a strange consistency that allowed the opponent to read the incoming attack.

Randolph, in particular, was excellent at finding and...