'I need to cure him of this bad habit.'
'And I have just the cure for it—highly effective and guaranteed to work.'
"URGHHHH!!!"
Rock Sword was sent flying a thousand meters like a human plow before he could throw off the force and break free. Enraged, he began to brawl with Westheid. No weapons, no Magic, just a primitive clash of fists and feet—a fighting style that suited a Yonglan Knight perfectly.
However, while the fight seemed to be a back-and-forth exchange, Westheid's Status only improved, whereas Brolette fought like a cornered beast on its last legs.
Westheid was basically treating his opponent as a training dummy for stacking buffs. Once the Cursed Source Blood had enhanced him enough, he extended a hand and summoned Shadow-Born.
"SHING—"
The crimson tachi flew into his hand. Duke Qinghui looked at the battered and bruised Grand Knight and said coldly:
"I'll ask you one last time. Are you willing to reconcile?"
