On the corner of his eyes, Carl could see a sudden kick aiming for his head, so he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Jordan roared after he delivered the kick, and the sound of metal hitting leather was heard.
"You fatso dared to trick us! Huh?"
Suddenly, the lower part of his shins started to hurt!
And they could see that Carl had raised his right hand and actually blocked his kick a few centimeters away from his face.
"Hm?"
Gazing at Jordan's face, Carl eyes had turned sharp as a blade. Then without notice, he gripped the leg with his right hand even more and pulled it upwards, painting an expression of fear on Jordan's face, before his body started to crash on the floor in an uncomfortable position.
*Thud*
From what Carl could tell, Jordan was a level 2 acolyte, but hadn't been recognized by his element yet.
Jordan started to rise, and attack Carl, but before he could even think of what happened, a low kick hit his head.
*Thud*
