Facing the barrage of spikes hurtling toward him, Shen Xuan seemed to feel the pressure and was forced to break his offensive, retreating while swinging his sword to cleave apart the dense swarm of projectiles attacking him.
A flash of mockery crossed Donald's eyes. It was common knowledge that most mages feared close-quarters combat; once distance was established, the scales of victory would rapidly tip in the mage's favor.
As a swordsman, Shen Xuan's failure to seize the opportunity to close in on him sealed his doom.
Chapter 252