One hand was pressing against three White Rose Knights who were squeezed to death by the pressure from front and back, while the other hand was skillfully, even carelessly, defending against the chaotic attacks continuously coming from the opposing rear ranks.
No matter if it was the opponent's long weapons from the back hitting down or the arrows shot from the crossbow on the stairs further back, Lann perfectly blocked them all with just a standard hand-and-a-half sword.
The 'linear defense' formed by that iron rod, under extraordinary technique, almost transformed into a 'area defense' like a shield.
Amidst the noisy battle cries and curses, the sound of flying crossbow arrows was barely audible.
Yet Lann still slightly flicked the sword tip, easily deflecting the arrows without leaving any afterimage detectable by the naked eye.
"Break the witchcraft! Break the witchcraft!"
