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.

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

the thug punched at

used it as a leverage point to leap into the air and landed two punches on the

thumps, the thug howled miserably and fell to the

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

not continue fighting. He was

Joel watched in disbelief.

stared at the thug and was momentarily stunned, unable to say another word. His strongest thug was beaten up badly. It would be humiliating

the opponent was a thin and

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

laugh. “Mr. Wilmer,

I…” Joel’s body

a way to save himself from

sudden flash of inspiration, Joel

you, 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 matter how strong an individual is, it’s still necessary

in numbers. The strength between individuals doesn’t determine anything, but the cooperation and understanding between teams is