A new challenger was standing in front of the minotaur.
It was a young knight with black eyes and black hair.
In his right hand, he was holding the sword the minotaur had given away twenty-eight years ago.
In his left hand, he held a shield of fine quality.
The minotaur remembered the presence of the dagger sheathed into the inside of his shield and the bracelet on his left arm.
It also felt exceptional blessings coming from the ring and the charm around his neck.
This knight also had uncommon temperament and skill.
The minotaur’s body trembled with the anticipation of a worthy challenge.
At first, the minotaur thought that man had returned. But after it drew closer, it realized that was not the case.
This is not him.
But he looks a lot like him.
He has items that should be in the possession of that man.
Which might mean that man sent him.
He is representing that man.
So be it.
All right.
Show me your strength.
The knight faced the minotaur and spoke. The minotaur did not understand the language of humans, but it listened closely. The knight readied his sword and shield when he finished talking and then calmly raised his fighting spirit.
The minotaur took a quick breath, mentally prepared itself, gripped its greatsword with both hands, then rushed forward and swung at the enemy’s head. The knight lifted the shield in his left hand overhead and blocked the minotaur’s attack without moving one step.
The violent collision wrought a sound so loud, it seemed like the air of the entire boss room shook.
The knight defended against the minotaur’s powerful blow perfectly.
That was not all. The minotaur was almost lifted off its feet by the recoil generated from the shield.
Its muscles creaked, and a number of tendons snapped.
The minotaur was astonished. That was not the feeling of an attack being blocked by a shield. It felt as if it had crossed swords with an equally powerful opponent.
The minotaur grew frustrated.
He just stopped my attack with his left hand alone, and without even taking a step back. With a shield held in the air.
That’s impossible!
Giving itself over to its emerging rage, the minotaur drew its greatsword back to the right and struck horizontally with the force of a gale. It expected the enemy to step back, as there was no way he should have been able to take that attack directly.
But the knight did not budge. He casually moved his shield, adjusted the positioning of his feet, and blocked the attack effortlessly.
Once again, with just one hand.
This defense was impossible. That was a powerful horizontal blow utilizing the minotaur’s giant body and abnormal strength. No matter how strong this knight was, he should have been blasted off his feet.
But the knight deflected the powerful attack completely, only sliding back half a step.
Instead, the minotaur felt like it was going to be blasted backward from the recoil produced by the shield, despite being the one that had delivered the blow.
The minotaur put strength into its legs and endured the recoil. Its sturdy right shoulder, left elbow, and back had all been injured and were crying out in pain.
One more time!
The minotaur drew the greatsword back to the right once more and unleashed the same powerful attack from the same angle and the same height.
The knight calmly blocked it. He was only pushed back a half step, just like last time. He did not look injured in the least from the minotaur’s successive attacks.
He was watching the minotaur’s actions with a calm and clear gaze full of fighting spirit.
The minotaur received recoil from the shield once again and took damage. It would not be able to fight until its right shoulder, left elbow, and back were all healed.
It activated a healing skill and took a step away.