King's Awakening

Chapter 562: Chapter 562: George’s Surprise!

Hiss!

Staring down at the formidable, earth-shaking kick from White Mitchell, George couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

He had realized early on that White Mitchell’s level was on par with his own. In terms of power, they were evenly matched.

If he was to defeat him, aside from relying on the Spiritual Artifact in his hand, he would also depend on his extensive experience.

However, what George hadn’t foreseen was that White Mitchell, the young lad, seemed to possess an equal wealth of combat experience.

“What on earth did this kid go through to acquire such profound combat experience? What is going on? Where did he come from?” George was momentarily taken aback.

It’s common knowledge that combat experience isn’t something that can be developed through simple training.

No matter how much you practice, when you’re on an ever-changing battlefield, it’s virtually useless.

Of course, this isn’t to say that training is wholly pointless. Rather, the key lies in demonstrating what you have learned amidst the constant flux.

Far easier said than done — in reality, it’s a whole different story.

After all, training and actual combat are worlds apart.

For instance, when an enemy throws a punch at you, do you choose to dodge, strike back, or hold your ground?

These decisions demand a rich wealth of experience to make the most optimal choice. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

And with this kick, White Mitchell had undoubtedly made the best choice at this moment.

George admitted to himself that he couldn’t think of a better counter-strategy than this kick.

But, despite his admiration, George wasn’t thrown into disarray by this kick.

He saw an opportunity and swiftly retracted his broadsword, expertly angling it in front of him, directly blocking White Mitchell’s kick with the flat side of the blade.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to use the razor edge—the kick would have easily dismembered White Mitchell’s leg.

It was because he simply couldn’t. Indeed, blocking White Mitchell’s kick had pushed him to his limits.

White Mitchell’s kick landed squarely on the blade.

With a resounding boom, it seemed as though something exploded on the blade, creating a massive uproar.

Immediately, everyone saw White Mitchell and George being propelled apart.

However, George’s arm started to shake uncontrollably.

Along with his arm, his broadsword was also trembling.

At this moment, George’s face changed drastically.

He was all too clear on his own defensive capabilities. Under general circumstances, White Mitchell’s kick shouldn’t have proved problematic.

Besides, his Spiritual Artifact provided him with enough protection to nullify much of the force.

What George hadn’t anticipated, though, was that his broadsword seemed entirely ineffective. He even had the faint feeling that each time his sword came into contact with White Mitchell, it seemed to shrink back in fear.

It felt as though it had been subdued.

Normally, a situation like this only arose when the opponent possessed a Spiritual Artifact superior to one’s own.

However, White Mitchell clearly didn’t have anything in his hands, nor was he wearing any kind of Spiritual Artifact armor.

Just how did he accomplish this?

George squinted his eyes, staring fixedly at White Mitchell as if trying to see through him.

But after a long while, George was unable to discern the secrets hidden within White Mitchell.

George’s patience was wearing thin. With a menacing sneer, he said, “I don’t believe in curses, you see! Once I’ve sliced you in half, I’ll know exactly what bloody secret you’re hiding!”