Erick gritted his teeth and glared at him angrily, but at the same time he realized he couldn't win. Not only was this man as strong as him, but he also had impressive sword skills.
"That... Did you see that?" One of the students behind him asked in shock.
Everyone turned to look at him... they knew he was a very skilled swordsman, one of the most skilled magic swordsmen in the 99th Regiment.
"All I saw was that guy defeat the leader too easily. What happened?"
The swordsman clenched his fists slightly. "That man is very good. The Leader is not a weak person, and his sword technique is quite good, but he treated him like a novice. Didn't you see those movements? They were smooth and effortless... he treated him like a clumsy child."
None of them could see it, but they had to take his word for it, since he was the best swordsman in the group.
But was he really that good? They turned to look at John, who was in shock...
