The massive black sword came crashing down from the air, aimed straight at Orel.
Orel roared like a beast and charged forward, leaping toward the descending blade.
He raised his arms and caught it, but the weapon was heavier than he had expected.
Jeral frowned at the sight, then relaxed for a brief moment. "You want to block it? Then go ahead! Try blocking this one!"
He clenched his fist, pouring more energy into the massive sword, forcing it down harder.
Thanks to the added power, Orel couldn't hold the sword back anymore. The blade drove him straight into the ground.
A heavy shockwave rippled across the field, and for a moment, no one moved.
Then, as the dust slowly settled, Orel lay in the center of a crater.
He wasn't dead, but he had passed out, his body riddled with serious injuries.
Jeral stood still, his chest rising slightly as he looked at him. "Damn… what a strong body."
