The shrill sounds of iron clashing against could be heard constantly.

Despite looking like he was already unconscious, Juan was still moving. While Juan was no different from ordinary human beings once his use of mana was restricted, he was blocking the old elf’s sword with his left hand, the hand which he was not familiar with using.

At that moment, Sina doubted her eyes upon seeing Juan’s sword limply bending. For the first time, Juan managed to stop being defensive and attempted to attack the old elf.

Then, the old elf frowned and shouted something in a loud voice.

“Alhke! Alhke!”

“It means ‘well done’ and ‘keep going’,” Dane explained.

‘His expression seems to be saying otherwise, almost as if he wants to kill Juan.’

Sina managed to swallow the words.

Juan continued to move fiercely. His sword was swung toward the old elf’s sword in an elaborate and accurate pattern.

Among his crude yet elaborate movements, Sina was able to find the traces of the Baltic Sword—in fact, Juan’s movements were the prototype of the Baltic Sword.

Then Juan’s sword suddenly began to emit translucent fog.

Seeing this, the old elf made a perplexed expression, and soon shouted something as he grabbed his sword and charged firmly into the inside of the fog.

Bang!

With a dull sound, Juan collapsed to the floor.

“That’s the end of it,” Dane said as he stared at Juan.

The old elf wiped the sweat off of his forehead and then...