Sword of Autumn Wind

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. 
Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. 
Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. 
As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

Knights and Magic Wand

This was an effective attack because he was actually using the spearhead-like spike at the end of the halberd.


Leon twisted his waist, dodging sidelong like a pair of dancers spinning together.


He couldn't help but feel exhilarated by his brother's fierce offensive.


If Olivia's footwork was clever and graceful, sometimes reminiscent of a nimble cat, sometimes like a raptor,


then Lokhak's steps were like a tiger choosing someone to devour, rushing forward with a sort of wild aggressiveness.


Seeing that his strike missed, Lokhak didn't choose to change tactics but launched himself forward directly, relying on his physique and strength, his right arm sweeping across with the halberd pole like the unstoppable force of a suddenly accelerating train engine.


Leon cursed with a silent laugh in his heart, did this kid still expect him to hold back? With such momentum, it was clear he was holding back some malicious intent, aiming to catch him off guard.


Chapter 168 Barracks Sparring_3