Even if it was a cheap trick, all Marek could do in the time span of one sword stroke was just throw dirt or spit in order to temporarily limit his opponent’s view.

None of those tricks would work on the Spirits.

“But just in case, don’t get close to him and finish it from afar.”

On the off chance that something might happen, Kim Seon-Hyeok ordered his Spirits to attack from a distance, and the Spirits never got close to Marek. 

With every step he took, the soft soil grabbed at Marek’s ankles. If he hesitated even for a moment, as if it wanted to bury him alive, the ground sank down and a pit would appear. 

But that wasn’t all. 

Winds as sharp as swords suddenly appeared and blew from all directions. Even with all the running and rolling around he was doing, it wasn’t easy for Marek to dodge this unexpected attack. 

Whoosh.

His hair turned into a rat’s nest as it was covered in dirt and sand. But in the end, even that was cut off by the wind. 

However, he couldn’t afford to worry about his hair. Marek continued to run and roll like crazy as he defended against Atiya and Nudar’s attacks. 

“Let’s go!”

How could a knight revered as the Sword Star, and as an Adjuster who worked hard for the balance of the continent, suffer something like this?

Kim Seon-Hyeok laughed as Marek’s...