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 the

the thug punched

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

thumps, the thug howled miserably and fell to the

in bruises, his nose was crooked, and blood

thug could not continue

Joel watched in disbelief.

His strongest thug was beaten up badly. It would

humiliating that the opponent was a thin

was remarkable. Embarrassment turned to annoyance and then to

Lydia laugh. “Mr. Wilmer,

Joel’s body shook

racing, desperately trying to find a way

sudden flash of inspiration, Joel gave Lydia the

all, it’s sparring. Surely you know this business often requires a small team to go out together.

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