"H-How is he keeping up?!" the man thought, panting. His eyes narrowed. "I don't sense any mana from him. Is he hiding it? No… it's something else! I can't even see his sword!"
His frustration turned to panic—and in that single hesitation, Callan made his move.
With a swift sidestep, he twisted his blade around the man's guard and thrust his sword clean into his stomach.
"AAAGH!" the man gasped, dropping his sword as the pain overtook him. Blood spurted from his mouth. The prince pulled his sword out in one clean motion and the man fell to his knees, clutching the wound.
"I-Impossible… how?" he muttered. Desperately, he turned to his own guild members. "What are you doing?! Heal me! HEAL ME!"
One of the guild members—his face cold and disgusted—stepped forward and said loud enough for all to hear, "How dare someone like you disrespect a Korean ranker like Ms. Alexa?"
