The speed was swift as the wind.
O'Neill crouched slowly, a chunk of his fur instantly shaven off.
O'Neill could not help but inwardly sigh when he saw the opponent's greatsword stop right in front of his own neck.
Such a ruthlessly calculated move!
The next instant, O'Neill swept the opponent's legs out without hesitation, knocking him to the ground and then immediately dodging away.
He didn't need to incapacitate his opponent entirely, just needed to keep him tied up, no need to go all out.
However, Sol was caught off guard by the sweep and crashed heavily onto the ground.
In terms of physical speed, humans really couldn't compete with beastmen.
Sol cursed internally; he was an Intermediate Swordsman, just one step away from becoming an Advanced Swordsman, yet, purely in terms of physical constitution, he still couldn't surpass a basic-level warrior from the beastmen.
How infuriating.
With a roll, Sol picked up his sword and chased after him again.
