Sneers and jeers started ringing out from everywhere, but Arc ignored it and readied himself again. Compared to the boxing stance that he’d taken earlier, Arc’s legs were spread further apart, and he was standing like a Taekwondo fighter. Apparently, he was utilizing a Taekwondo skill.

“Ugh, I’m hurt. You’re the real thing.”

Sting shifted his Bastard Sword to his right hand and smiled slyly.

Arc paid no attention to Sting’s words and was about to lunge toward him when he suddenly stopped, noticing a greyish light beginning to glow from the NPC’s Bastard Sword.

‘Sword qi?!’

Arc couldn’t help but be taken aback, as sword qi was something that could only be used by a Master at Level 10 or higher. Yet, before he could think about this, the Bastard Sword shot towards Arc’s right foot.

Clang!

Sting and Arc’s bodies smashed into each other, sending them flying back by about two meters.

“He’s able to go up against sword qi?”

“This doesn’t make any sense!”

The observing mercenaries couldn’t help but yell out in surprise after Arc seemingly emerged from...