“Hmm?” Maximus’s pupils dilated.
He didn’t expect Dustin to grab his sword with bare fingers. It appeared that he had underestimated Dustin’s sheer talent and confidence. Still, he was unflustered by the strength of his opponent.
Quite the opposite, the stronger the opponent, the more excited he felt. He was getting more belligerent as a result.
“Return!” With the wave of a hand, Maximus called his sword back from Dustin’s fingers. The sword came flying back like a serpent.
“Oh?” Dustin was rather surprised by the move.
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