Valeric let out a quiet breath.
Quite surprising, he thought.
In the arena—
Aldric had truly lost his patience.
His jaw tightened. His breathing grew heavy.
His pride—as a Regional Knight—had just been trampled by a farming tool.
"Damn it…" he muttered. Mana surged violently, pressing down on the air around him.
On the other hand—
Lucas grinned.
Adrenaline surged.
Euphoria crept through every joint.
So this is what it feels like…
Fighting with a hoe in a fantasy world.
A thin stream of mana seeped into the blade of the Great Hoe.
Aldric charged again.
This time—without any pretense.
A straight slash.
Lucas met it—crossing the Hoe at the perfect angle.
CLANG!
A heavy force crashed into him, but Lucas was not blown away.
He channeled power into his legs, planting his feet firmly—holding.
A second strike. A third.
Because Hoemanship was active—his movements felt light and precise.
