THUD—
Just as Brolette had been unable to react to Westheid's knee strike, the Rock Sword was equally unable to respond to the lightning-fast elbow strike. This Grand Knight was renowned for his defense, but his other shortcomings were quite significant—at least for a Legendary Celestial Rank.
Even though he had been prepared and consciously tried to defend with his Arm Armor, Westheid's elbow had already slammed viciously into his chest.
The immense impact sent Brolette flying, crashing straight into the small mountain beside the fortress.
"PFFT—!"
Brolette coughed up another mouthful of dark blood. A steel-like film immediately covered his body as blue veins bulged and popped across his skin.
That single elbow strike had nearly triggered the passive effect of his Yonglan Blood.
