“Then let’s get started.” 

Duke Grenhal stepped forward while loosening his neck. At this moment, he wasn’t a noble duke. With a provocative expression and large muscular body, he was like a soldier who came to the arena, throwing off his mask and revealing his true nature. His two eyes were coveting violence.

“This uncle will play for a bit.”

Peak Sword gulped as he stared at Grenhal’s fighting spirit and killing intent. Duke Grenhal leaped forward. He plunged into the followers like he couldn’t bear it anymore. Duke Grenhal’s sword aimed at three followers. The three followers immediately fought back, hitting toward Duke Grenhal’s chin and feet.

Duke Grenhal naturally didn’t fall down. The basic characteristic of a warrior was lower body training. He stepped firmly, grabbed the ankle of a follower aiming at his face, and swung it like a hammer. The heads of the followers hit each other. There was a shock to their skulls as Duke Grenhal pushed at them with his shoulders and struck them with a sword surrounded by a red aura.

The 30 followers, that were blocking the...