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- “Come at me, sir, but don’t overdo it. This is an important job, r—?”
- Without letting him finish, Palpatra charged with elegant power and speed one would never expect from an eighty-year-old man. Meanwhile, Momon didn’t even hold up his staff.
- “Dragon Tooth Thrust!”
- Hekkeran’s eyes widened as Palpatra didn’t hesitate to use a martial art for his opening move.
- ***
- Though the attack should have been troublesome for a warrior wearing metal, Momon nimbly dodged it. Despite his raven-black full plate armor, he moved so lightly it was like he had wings. More surprisingly, he didn’t jump out of the way or make any large movement; he evaded it completely while barely moving from where he stood.
- No way! I can’t imagine what his dynamic visual acuity and physical ability must be!
- “Wind Acceleration!” Palpatra used another martial art.
- You’re overdoing it, you old fart! Did your age hit your brain?
- “Dragon Tooth Thrust!” He assaulted Momon again with the same art as before. This time the tip of the spear was imbued with snowy chill—White Dragon Tooth Thrust.
- A total of four chained moves in less than the space of a breath. The spectators were stunned.
- Of course they were. Not a single one of the attacks so much as grazed Momon’s armor.
- ***
- Volume 7, Chapter 2.1
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