Srakan removed Ivan’s spear. It was still a non-threatening attack. However, the flames that followed were very annoying.

Whoosh!

Hot flames pass by. The heat felt in his flesh was not fake.

Shh!

While he was paying attention to the flames covering his eyes, the sword was swung at his back. As he swings his spear and shakes it off, an arrow flies out of nowhere.

“You’re full of tricks!”

Srakan screamed loudly and was about to rush in, but the ground suddenly changed. The hard dirt floor suddenly turned into a muddy sludge. Unexpectedly, Sraakhan’s feet were caught. The mud that swallowed his feet freeze in an instant.

As soon as Srakan stopped moving, the ax flew. His sword was swung and a sharp wind blew through his skin.

He was obviously facing one enemy, but it felt as if he was surrounded by more. It was as if he was being bitten by tenacious hounds rather than fighting a strong warrior.

“How dare you! Do you want to hunt me?”

Ivan held his breath as he watched Srakan wielded his spear in rage. He held his breath, killed his footsteps, killed his presence and slashed his back.

And he circled back and forth from a distance. To prevent Srakan from noticing, he set a trap with an illusion and fired a bow from the opposite side of him.

Piwoog-.

The magic attracted the guy’s attention and slightly changed the environment to control the guy’s movements. Attacks from blind spots that lead to stealth and sneak attacks, frontal pressure with thunder stride, even the most trivial traps and arrows that irritate nerves.

Ivan was using all his abilities to cut him down little by little. It was driving off to a cliff.

Of course, this was not a warrior’s fighting style. There is no excitement, only sullen and fierce schemes abound. Thor seemed dissatisfied with it.

Cheeky!

A feeble spark flew out and stinged Ivan’s body. But he didn’t care at all.

As a warrior, he will struggle to survive until the very end, rather than die fighting proudly.

Whoops!

Ivan stabbed his spear. Srakan blocked his spear, but was unable to stop the runes surrounding the spear. Four runes, each with different meanings, were attached to Sraakhan’s body. It made him weak. It grabbed the leg and makes his body heavy. It shook his senses and took his stamina.

Srakan clenched his teeth and shouted when he saw that Ivan’s magical power was seeping into his body.

“Tarkan! The glory of the blood! The blessing of madness!”

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