All six commanders attacked him with skilful coordination, and they utilised every window and blind spot that they could identify.
However, when compared to the sparring sessions with his Holy Knights, they were severely lacking. Their foundation and experience were extremely low, giving birth to unexpected delays and missing critical openings.
Well, if you strip them of their powerful stats and skills, then they were no better than a high ranking; no, a true knight.
Reinhardt continued to entertain them for a couple more seconds before getting bored. This did not even compare to a warmup; it felt more like he was training a couple of snot faced kids.
It was annoying and boring. And so, he decided to close this farce.
"Kuh! Dammit, how is he so strong? Didn't the rumour say that he had become weaker? How is that any weak?"
One of the six commanders cursed out. The armor on his body was severely dented with a fist shape engraving in it.
