I could see the fire of the two warriors blaze like a wildfire. Eun-woo suddenly roared, his hammer crashing down with power and raw desire. It was like a mountain barreling toward Seong-hoon, but this mountain was surprisingly swift. Has he been putting his points into agility, not just to be a meat shield? I was taken aback. I had never imagined I would see Eun-woo fight like this. To me, he had always been a protector, a shield—his offense was never his strength.
But looking at him now, I felt both proud and relieved. He was giving it his all, even though he could be a little dull sometimes. It made him cute in a way.
"Brother, you are really something. But do you think you've won just because you became a little faster?" Seong-hoon sneered, his eyes flashing with confidence. He dodged like the wind, his movements fluid and sharp, and his blade roared with power that matched Eun-woo's.
