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.

short man to challenge him like this. It was absurd to think that a buff man would lose to the

punched

man calmly dodged the thug’s punch and used it as a leverage point to leap into the air and landed two punches on the thug’s cheek. He was so fast that the

thug howled miserably and

was covered in bruises, his nose was crooked, and blood

horribly-looking thug could not continue fighting.

Joel watched in disbelief.

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

more humiliating that the opponent was a thin and

was remarkable. Embarrassment turned to annoyance and then

laugh. “Mr. Wilmer, are

Well… I…” Joel’s body

a

sudden flash of inspiration, Joel gave Lydia the look of contempt

Mr. 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

strength in numbers. The strength between individuals doesn’t determine anything, but the