The wind blew fiercely across the battlefield.
Among the collapsed troops, on the blood-soaked ground, only two men remained standing.
Reed.
Clive the Silver Fang.
The A-Rank Hero.
His sword gleamed silver, clean of blood, as if unaffected by the ongoing battle.
Reed could feel the pressure.
Clive was not like Seric or Aldric.
He did not believe in fate.
He did not bow to the system.
He was a true warrior.
And he would kill Reed with his own hands.
Clive moved first.
The ground cracked beneath his feet as he sped away.
Reed barely reacted.
BOOM!
The first slash ripped through the air, sending shockwaves flying that threw the surrounding goblins.
Reed managed to dodge—but only a split second too late.
CLATCH!
Blood poured from his shoulder.
Reed frowned.
"He's faster than I thought."
Shia emerged from the shadows, attacking from the side.
But Clive had read her move.
CLANG!
Shia's dagger was blocked with one hand, while the other slashed toward his stomach.
Shia jumped back, but too late.
Blood poured from her thigh.
She smacked her lips in annoyance. "This bastard…"
Reed chuckled.
For the first time in a long time…
He was facing a truly dangerous enemy.
Clive gave no time to rest.
He attacked again and again, each slash powerful enough to split the ground.
Reed dodged nimbly.
He couldn't win with strength.
He had to use his brain.
He had to find an opening.
But so far…
Clive had no weaknesses.
System Alert
Suddenly, a system message appeared before Reed's eyes.
[Warning! The enemy has too great a difference in strength!]
[Chance of Death: 87%]
Reed laughed.
"So the system says I'm dead?"
He raised his dagger.
"I'll prove otherwise."