"Oh? Let me give it a try." Hearing this, Levi rolled up his sleeves and walked over. He also wanted to see just how strong this magic was.
"Ahem, Lord, how could we trouble you to do this yourself? Just let the Barbarians handle it," Sam said fawningly, sweat drenching his back.
In truth, he had witnessed the Lord's monstrous strength over the past few days. Every morning, he would practice his swordplay with a giant sword the size of a door.
When a giant sword that large came down, forget the Stone Skin Technique—even the Iron Skin Technique would be useless.
Levi smiled at Sam, his gaze so intense it made the man freeze up. Only then did he nod. "You have a point. Muto, you go give it a try."
Sam secretly breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the fine beads of sweat from his forehead. 'If the Lord had really tested it himself, there's no way I would've escaped a whipping.'
After a few hundred lashes, even with his sturdy constitution, he'd be ready to meet his ancestors.
