They both took a step back and gathered themselves.
That’s right.
This guy has that sword.
The sword that I gave that man.
It was a sword that heals injuries when you slice an enemy.
I see!
He used this sword in that strange place when he had the form of the whelp.
It looked like a completely different sword, but just like his form, it only appeared that way.
Also, the sword technique he just used.
I’ve definitely seen it somewhere before.
It’s…
It’s…
It’s the same as that man’s sword technique.
That’s not all.
His fighting spirit.
His presence.
So he is that man after all.
Actually, no.
He is not that man.
Judging by his features, he is a different person.
The minotaur may have gained intelligence, but it was a monster from a labyrinth. It was born without parents and would never have a child, so it did not understand anything about family and blood relations.
As a result, the minotaur processed what it saw with its own sense of logic.
That means he is not that man, but he is that man.
That man was the last version of this one.
This one is the next version of that man.
He was also the whelp.
So beating him will mean beating three people.
Their exchange of offense and defense began yet again.
The knight attacked from the side. The minotaur blocked it with its sword.
The knight attacked again from a slightly different height. The minotaur blocked that one, too.
The knight repeated his attack twelve times at a terrifying speed. The minotaur could not block every blow, and it was cut three times in the side.
The knight then attacked from the front. Once again, it did not end with one attack—he unleashed twelve consecutive attacks at incredible speed. The minotaur was slashed twice on the shoulder and chest.
When the minotaur thought he was going to attack again, the knight’s body vanished.
Over there!
The minotaur trusted its intuition and struck at air. Its efforts paid off, and its blow found purchase. Surprisingly, however, the surface the minotaur struck felt like an ordinary shield, and the minotaur sensed that the knight was sent flying.
The knight then charged into the minotaur’s space and swung his sword down diagonally from the right. He was still invisible, and the minotaur could not feel his presence, either, but it did sense the sword.
The knight’s strength and speed were less than they had been before. The minotaur repelled the knight’s attack without difficulty.
The knight took a step back, and his body reappeared. It might have been the case that the blessings of the shield and sword grew weaker when he was invisible.
The minotaur unleashed three consecutive vertical slashes. The knight blocked them by lifting his shield overhead.
The minotaur faked like it was going to attack a fourth time, then instead pressed its greatsword against the shield, shoved the knight away, and jumped backward. It reached its left hand into its Bag and tried to grab a red potion.
The knight charged and zigzagged his sword back and forth, from right to left and left to right. The minotaur quit reaching for a potion, gripped its greatsword with both hands, and swung down to stop the knight’s attacks.
The minotaur’s greatsword struck the rock floor at the knight’s feet. Rocks were blasted up into the air, many of them traveling in the knight’s direction.
The knight dodged or blocked most of the rocks with amazing reflexes and vision, but due to the sheer number of them, some still got through and hit his legs and stomach. His armor was extremely tough, however, so it did not look like he was injured at all.
The minotaur swung its sword to dig into the cracked floor, sending ten large pieces of rock at the knight. The knight protected his vital points skillfully with his shield, then jumped back lightly and dodged the incoming rocks.
The minotaur was impressed.
He moves impossibly well, as always.
How can he move so quickly in such restrictive clothing?
That consecutive chain of attacks was amazing.
It was impossible for me to dodge every blow.
I have no choice but to attack him knowing that I am going to get hit.
But his entire body except for his face is covered by those tough clothes.
He is a difficult enemy to attack.
The minotaur grew excited as its mind raced.
How long had it been since its last fight where it could not see how to win?
How long had it been since it had been subjected to such fighting spirit?
The minotaur bought itself some time by firing rocks and tried to reach for a red potion.
Then a comet fell. The minotaur moved hurriedly and managed to escape from the center of the comet, but its left shoulder was greatly injured.
Its left shoulder and left chest had been cut deeply, and its left hand could not move.
That’s right!
He is not a normal swordsman.
He is actually more dangerous from a distance.
This human.
He is trying to stop me from drinking the red liquid.
That’s the second time he’s stopped me.
Yes.
There is no doubt.
He has the ability to quickly recognize an opponent’s strengths and weaknesses.
He must have seen that not letting me use my invisible bag would have a big impact on the fight.
I can never let my guard down with this one.
The minotaur could not use its greatsword with both hands now that its left hand was impaired.
If the minotaur distanced itself from the knight, a comet would fall. If it got close, the knight would unleash a flurry of consecutive attacks that could not all be defended against. If it attacked, the knight would block with his blessed shield.
The knight’s oppressive fighting style was gradually cornering the minotaur. But it was this exact kind of situation that always brought the best out of it.
That was why, out of hatred and awe, adventurers called the minotaur the King of the Labyrinth.