To be honest, an enemy like this is not a suitable sparring partner, and an occasion like this isn't suited for polishing one's techniques either.
But Herbert did not give up this rare opportunity.
The Legion Commander's combat skills had been tempered by blood and fire over thousands of years, honed on the cruelest battlefields of the Divine War.
Every single move contained ultimate efficiency and destructive power, utterly different from the Paladin combat styles passed down in the Monastery.
These were techniques created purely for the sake of killing.
Herbert was absorbing that killing intent and technique, transforming them into his own strength.
Besides, the current situation was not something only Herbert had been hoping for.
The Legion Commander had seen through Herbert's intentions long ago, yet bizarrely he didn't change tactics, instead cooperating very nicely and continuing to maintain this tug-of-war.
