The knights slowly tightened the encirclement around Ivan.
The Imperial Guard was one of the most elite forces not only in the empire, but on the entire continent.
Faced with a crisis of life and death, Ivan leisurely folded his arms and thought.
‘Shit, I’m screwed.’
The knights approaching with their swords drawn looked fairly strong, but they were nowhere near strong enough to pose a threat.
If there was anything truly threatening···. Ivan glanced at the Sword Saint.
He sensed no hostility.
The Sword Saint was still standing beside the emperor, watching Ivan with an interested gaze.
Those who have surpassed a certain level of strength give off a distinctive presence.
Ivan could distinguish even subtle differences, such as their breathing and the way they planted their feet...
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