Crockta was waiting for the emperor’s army near Natalya Forest. He selected the location strategically after recognizing the challenge of facing the sizable army alone. Crockta intended to employ guerrilla warfare tactics. At a place where vision was limited and the wild animals were mixed in the fray, he was confident in dealing with the enemies and escaping from the battlefront if the situation called for it.0

Of course, that was under the premise that those like Adantadore were not around. Crockta recalled Adantadore’s sword as he raised his greatsword. He was an outstanding swordsman.1

Crocka could see that Adantadore’s swordsmanship was the result of his perseverance and effort. It was a swordsmanship in which all the moves were countlessly repeated until there was no longer any unnecessary movement. It was a level perfected through extreme obsession.0

When he encountered Adantadore's sword, Crockta immediately thought of Hoyt. He somehow looked like Hoyt, who repeated a simple swing tens of thousands of times. If there were more knights like Adantadore, this fight would be even more dangerous.0

“Bultarrrrrrrrr!”0

Crockta swung the greatsword mid-air, and a shallow scratch formed on the trees. He swung his sword madly, and every time he swung, the blade of his greatsword shredded the trees with an ear-splitting blast. However, despite his violent movements, there were only minor cuts on the trees. He meticulously honed each movement to utmost...0