Distortion (1)

“Hngh…!”

-WHAM!!

The gigantic club swung by the unidentified man slammed into Pascal’s forearm.

Raising both arms in front of him to shield his face and upper body at that split second had been the right choice, but the club itself was so absurdly huge that Pascal could not prevent himself from being sent flying.

It had initially been so large that he had wondered whether the man had torn a pillar out of a building and swung it at him instead of a club.

‘He ambushed me so stealthily that even Instructor Haru failed to notice him.’

Pascal thought as he tensed his aching arm.

‘He still doesn’t seem to have noticed that I’ve disappeared… and it’s too late to shout now.’

The enemy’s ambush had been so stealthy and sharp that Pascal had even forgotten to shout out immediately.

Pascal clicked his tongue, concentrated mana in his toes, and steadied himself by stepping on the flow of wind...