"Oi! Watch your tone!" the hotheaded knight roared.
Stepping up with explosive speed, the knight drew his broadsword and swung it in a vicious, sweeping arc right toward Lexel's neck. He wasn't aiming to decapitate—it was a high-level intimidation tactic, planning to halt the arrogant rookie right at the blade's edge.
But he had severely miscalculated who he was dealing with.
The exact microsecond the blade moved, Lexel's suppressed killing intent flared like a sudden, suffocating physical weight. The sheer, predatory pressure struck the knight dead-on, causing his instincts to scream in panic. The knight completely missed his footing, his perfect stance breaking as he faltered mid-swing.
Before the knight could even register his mistake, Lexel shifted, throwing a remarkably casual, unbothered punch right toward the knight's chest.
*CRACK!
