858 Battle Of El Hazard [Part 3]

Sion regained his balance mid-air and skidded on the ground.

Although his body was coated in hard metal, the kick he received from the Satyr stung a bit.

"What a hard-headed baboon," the Satyr commented after landing on the ground. "If that was any other Saint, he'd probably have a big bump on his head right now."

"Are you sure you didn't hold back, Adonis?" a handsome Drow, who held a Sword Whip in his hand, asked with a smile.

"Of course not," Adonis replied. "You also knew it after stopping his blow earlier right? We got a real sandbag here, Tharin. You better sharpen that Whip Blade of yours."

The Drow, Tharin, smirked after hearing his comrade's reply. These kinds of exchanges during battles was a norm for them, especially since they already knew how to work as a team.

Although he admitted that Sion's protective metallic coating in his body was hard, it was nowhere compared to Antero when the Golem of Destruction fought for real.