Chapter 1467

Ivar was an expert swordsman. His technique was deft and cunning, combining alarming precision with crushing force. For a moment, he was even able to force Perseus into backing away. Out of the blue, Ivar lunged forward with his longsword to stab Perseus before the latter could retreat. The blade flicked against Perseus' abdomen, leaving a shallow wound that barely broke the skin. Still, Perseus frowned. "You have good swordsmanship, but that's all you have. Come on, then!" "Hah! You're just trying to put on a strong front. You'll see for yourself just how invincible the Jorlandian Swordpath is once I slice your head off!" Ivar snarled, invigorated by the fact that he had managed to injure Perseus. Alas, he failed to notice the flash of slyness in Perseus' eyes. Ivar thrust his longsword at Perseus once more, but Perseus easily side-stepped the attack. Ivar kept at it, and the cycle repeated as Perseus consistently avoided him. "You're so fucking annoying. Are all you Xancentian