The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The short man looked small in stature, but he was quite flexible. He easily dodged the thug’s attacks.

“Ooh, you can jump?!” The thug yelled and attacked faster.

Despite his rapid attacks, the short man still easily evaded the thug’s attacks.

Joel frowned slightly at the sight and thought.

It seems the short man’s really good! Will my man be…

Joel shook his head at the thought.

That’s impossible!

This is the best man I have. There’s no way he would be defeated by the short man Lydia picked randomly…

Besides, the short man was nimbly dodging his thug’s attacks, but that was just for now.

his thug defeated Lydia’s man. After all, his thug would never allow the short man to challenge him like this. It was absurd to think that a buff man would lose to the weak and

punched at the short

dodged the thug’s punch and used it as a leverage point to leap into the air and landed two punches on

thumps, the thug howled miserably and fell

in bruises, his nose was crooked, and blood

thug could not continue fighting. He was

Joel watched in disbelief.

was momentarily stunned, unable to say another word. His strongest thug was beaten up badly. It

humiliating that the opponent was a

in Joel’s expression was remarkable. Embarrassment turned to annoyance and then

“Mr. Wilmer,

Well… I…” Joel’s body shook even

a

flash of inspiration, Joel

Lennon… But it’s nothing. After all, it’s sparring. Surely you know this business often requires a small team to go out together. No matter

to have strength in numbers. The strength between individuals doesn’t determine