“Old man…”

Number 1 muttered quietly before swinging both of his arms. Both daggers flew towards Argos’ head like lightning, drawing a parabola through the air. 

“Haaap!”

Argos inhaled sharply before spreading his arms outward.

Clang!

A loud sound resounded as the daggers were met with his metallic sleeves, and almost simultaneously, Argos stepped forward and stretched out his right hand.

Fwoong!

A fierce strike containing his spirit shot forward towards the chest of Number 1. Most fighters who were capable of sensing and responding to the spirit could imbue their strikes with the spirit. Doing so would allow them to split large rocks with their bare fists, and at a high enough level, a fighter could extend the spirit to about a palm’s length. 

However, the old fighter already stood at the pinnacle of his art. He could use the spirit to extend his blows to about an arm’s length.

Paaang!

Number 1 quickly stepped back and transformed into the black mist, sensing the powerful energy contained inside of Argos’ blow. However, the royal knights of Pendragon were already waiting for him.

Shuack!

A blade cut through the air with a sharp...