Raiden Laylark looked as though he would immediately rush towards him, sword blazing in a multicolored light, but he remained still. To be exact, it was not that he didn’t move, but rather that he was frozen in place.

What the hell…

Only a year had passed since their trial by combat. Raiden Laylark had vowed to avenge his defeat, and he swung his sword day and night in an effort to improve. As a result, his Gradus had risen from 90 all the way to 79. He had proven his abilities through countless duels, while his opponent, the Drake Knight, had passively reached Gradus 78 through no accomplishments of his own.

It was natural for him to be confident in the event of a rematch. After all, he never believed he lost their previous duel as a result of a difference in skill.

However, such thoughts were completely erased from his mind the moment the Drake Knight raised his lance. The briefest glance at his opponent’s indifferent eyes made him imagine being completely overwhelmed, skewered by the giant lance.

Under this terrible pressure, Raiden Laylark’s arms grew stiff, and his body froze in place.

He tried to convince himself that he was hesitating out of caution, but this proved unsuccessful. He was not being careful, but was rather terrified.

And what about his opponent? 

Despite being a knight in name only, the Drake Knight arrogantly looked down at him as though he was completely insignificant. Raiden...