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.

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

that moment, the thug punched at the short man’s

punch and used it as a leverage point to leap into the air and landed

thug howled miserably and fell to the

face was covered in bruises, his nose was crooked, and blood was pouring out of

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.

more humiliating that the opponent

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

made Lydia laugh. “Mr. Wilmer, are

I…” Joel’s body

was racing, desperately trying to find a way to save himself from the awkward

flash of inspiration, Joel gave

sparring. Surely you know this business often requires a small team to go

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