Jaxon knew exactly how tough his own body was. Countless divine weapons had failed to leave a single scratch on him.
Jared had just given him a light stab, and somehow, his defense was broken. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of sword Jared owned.
Jared hadn't expected the burly Jaxon to start crying just from a minor stab. It wasn't even a fatal wound, so why was he bawllng?
"Sorry, sorry! Don't cry, don't cry! Here, you can stab me a few times too!" Jared quickly apologized to Jaxon.
Hearing this, Jaxon immediately pulled out a sharp blade and thrust it at Jared without hesitation.
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