Ascalon made a loud metallic clanging sound as it fell. Arthur reached out to retrieve Ascalon, but before he could do so, a large foot in leather shoes stomped on his hand.

“Ugh.”

“Hmm. Young boy, you still don’t understand. Can’t you tell that it’s too early?”

The well-built black man stomped on Arthur’s hand. He was 210 centimeters tall and weighed 180 kilograms. The man’s body was covered with rippling muscles that looked like armor, and he had an extraordinary sense of balance and perfection, making him seem more like a biological weapon than a living being.

“Ugh… ha… ha… ha….”

Arthur lay on the ground in front of the man, breathing raggedly while he absorbed the nearby natural mana to replenish his lost energy.

“Still, you’ve improved from before. What was it that you practiced… premarital chastity?”

“Soul swordsmanship. How did that become premarital chastity?”

Arthur grunted as he got up. Next to him was Toothless, a black drake that was covered in dust as if it had rolled on the ground.

“Ugh. Shit. Both of my wings are broken.”

“Can you recover?”

“It’s hard for me to heal right now. One hit from that guy shattered my bones and scales in the worst way. Moreover, his strikes are imbued with other strange powers, making it more challenging.”

“Hey, you know I went easy on you, right? It seems...