Viscount Drachen’s freakishly long lance put an immense amount of pressure simply with its reach. However, Raiden Laylark was able to quickly regain his composure.

These awl-shaped heavy lances had terrifying penetrative power and were ideal on horseback, but they were unsuitable for cutting. Naturally, the attacks he would face would all be direct stabs.

It wouldn’t be too difficult for him to beat back, push, and turn away the sharp point of the weapon as he closed the gap.

What a stupid lord…

He couldn’t understand why anyone would bring such a cumbersome weapon for a duel on foot, unless that person was supremely confident in winning in a single blow. However, he had no intention of giving his opponent a second chance.

Raiden measured the distance as Viscount Drachen crept closer. Three more steps… he would enter the range of the unreasonably long lance in three steps. He could widen the gap if he wanted, but instead, he covered himself with his shield and waited for his opponent to come.

“Hap!”

The lord quickly inhaled and stepped forward with his right foot, extending his lance in the process. Instead of backing away, Raiden planted his foot and jumped inwards.

Screech.

The unpleasant screech of iron was heard as Viscount Drachen’s lance was pushed aside, following the trajectory provided by the slightly...