Hector danced around the wooden figure's attacks. At the same time, he delivered a series of blows, each one aimed precisely at the joints linking its limbs to its torso.
Every movement, every slash, flowed with skill and accuracy—no wasted motion, no mistakes.
Based on his analysis of the figure's swordsmanship, he could easily deflect and counter its assaults without much trouble.
Even when the wooden figure began using mana and made things a bit harder, it was still no big deal. After all, Hector had already fully adapted to its fighting style.
"This is my win." Hector smirked as he increased the intensity of his attacks, gradually overwhelming the wooden figure.
In the blink of an eye, he activated [Dance of Shadow], slipping through its defenses and landing a fatal blow. The wooden figure's right arm was torn apart into pieces.
The wooden figure staggered back. The joints connecting its parts screeched loudly, strained by overloaded activation.
