Zich’s eyes quickly moved as the knights’ swords tried to pierce him in all directions. He narrowed his focus, and his senses became sharper and more precise. He also increased his concentration to the maximum.

One sword aimed at his heart; one at his neck, and another at his side. He didn’t even have time to think. He had to sense their attacks and immediately move his body.

Clang!

He flicked away the sword aimed at his chest. Then he shifted his balance, twisted his body, and craned his neck.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The swords narrowly missed his neck and side. Zich swung his sword between the gaps.

Clang!

His sword was blocked. A knight behind Zich extended his sword and blocked Zich’s attack. Zich took that moment to launch his second round of attacks. Four swords shot toward him this time, and each aimed at a different place on Zich’s body. None of them were on the same track, and this indicated that the knights were used to doing cooperative attacks.

Zich swirled his mana. The mana extending from the tip of his sword swerved according to his intentions. As expected of a sword that the Karuwimans had gifted him, his mana flowed out much more easily than it did for other swords. Then he keenly raised his senses and infused mana into...