Then it was as if a cannonball shot out.
With a series of crashing sounds, it smashed into a nearby workshop.
Fang Hong coughed a couple of times, clutching his neck as he got up from the ground, looking at that direction with lingering fear—but a cloud of dust filled the air, and the opponent never climbed out of it. He let out a sigh of relief; ever since the battle at the Elf Ruins, even underground in Fenris, he hadn't taken such a hit.
In the previous fight with the Sorcerer-Ghoul, he almost didn't make it, but that was different from this time, then it was a matter of hard power—no profession would fare well against a Black Knight over level thirty.
Only this time did he finally feel the frailty of the Combat Artisan class in close combat.
