Holden squinted his eyes at Darryl. “Are you sure you don’t need a weapon?”
Darryl slowly walked into the space and nodded. “Yes, we can start now.”
Darryl’s attitude made Holden feel humiliated. He roared and held the giant sword in his hand as he leaped up, slashing at Darryl!
Whoosh!
Darryl felt a strong wind blow in his face, surprising him. ‘The saint power of this world is nothing special, but the aura that came from it is strong.’
Darryl quickly turned on his feet and dodged backward.
Boom!
Darryl was precise and managed to avoid Holden’s sword as it slashed the ground. Soldiers laughed when they saw that. In their opinion, Darryl’s dodge was a sign of weakness.
Ivy was delighted and said to her father, “Father, I told you, this man has no abilities at all. Once he meets an opponent, the only thing he knows to do is hide.”
Dominic frowned and remained silent, but he mumbled to himself, ‘Master Franklin’s descendant won’t be defeated by Holden, right?’
Meanwhile, in the field, Holden sneered when he saw Darryl had avoided his attack.
“Is that the only thing you can do? You only know how to hide?” he teased.
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