Only two people are left.
Lann silently estimated in his mind.
But at the same time, his body was reaching its limits.
The {Effluent} greatsword, which he could once wield with ease, now felt heavy and sticky, unable to be swung as swiftly as before.
But it's okay... The enemy is even worse off.
The grandmaster-level boots with plate armor attachments stepped into the blood-soaked mud, advancing in a bow stance.
The {Effluent} greatsword, unable to be swung smoothly, was carried on Lann's shoulder, as his entire upper body began to twist!
If it's heavy, then there's a way to use its heaviness!
In the shift of the upper body's center of gravity, Lann put out half of his weight, together with the sword's weight, all into one strike!
The movement of this attack was very broad, looking bold and wild.
But such a move, logically, has little lethality.
