Swoosh! Philip quickly approached Zepar and swung the ghost-busting club. Zepar was going to brush it away with a hand but suddenly flinched. He quickly pulled back and kicked the ground, letting the club hit the air.

‘…What’s this?’ Zepar’s eyes narrowed as he withdrew. His opponent was a mere human; if he wanted, he could easily kill him with one hit. The difference in their power was more than crystal clear. Thus, Zepar couldn’t understand why he had stepped back by instinct. Why? For what reason? Even while he questioned his actions, Zepar focused on avoiding Philip’s attacks; the man had rushed toward him like a mad dog. Zepar continuously stepped back following his instincts, but then finally stopped. He hit the wall, and there was no backing further. At the same time, a shadow was cast on top of Zepar’s head.

He looked up to see the club coming down with the force to split the earth in half. Zepar’s eyes widened. Facing it closer, he realized that his reaction hadn’t been a mistake. His body was sending resounding alarms that this club must never hit him, and he should do his very best to avoid it. He didn’t know why, but—

‘It’s dangerous.’ There was no time for him to think anymore. Zepar chose to raise one arm rather than let the club hit his head.

Bam! Crash! A dull explosion rang, and a part of his iron armor cracked and shattered before falling to the ground. Philip glanced at the piece...