Kim Jin-Woo’s grip on the Mystical Spear tightened. Luyang had been angrily shouting just moments before, but now he was keeping his mouth shut, looking nervous.

By now, even an idiot would have recognized the difference in their power level. And Luyang was no idiot. He realized that his opponent's power was far above his own, and he tried to devise a plan to get out of his sticky situation. But for now, his priority was to avoid that damned spear.

Luyang gulped without taking his eyes off the sharp spear, which looked as if it could pierce its body at any moment.

However, the tip of Gungnir was pointing somewhere else.

Crash!

The Mystical Spear dug into the hard ground.

“Eek!” Luyang exclaimed.

Was his opponent thinking he could end this fight without his weapon? Or was he trying to ridicule Luyang, who was trembling at the slightest gesture?

Either way, it was a disgrace and a shameful turn of events for the arrogant Duke. Luyang’s beak snapped away in humiliation. However, he couldn’t afford to escape right away because of the stark difference in their powers.

“You bastard…” he muttered. He was caught in a situation where there seemed to be...