The King of Stone Ridge stood at the center of the battlefield.
His body was immense and strong, like a moving mountain.
However, when he felt the massive energy sword, a deep shock welled up in his heart.
He couldn't believe someone could muster such tremendous power.
A feeling he had never experienced before surged within the King of Stone Ridge; it was fear.
He realized he might have underestimated this opponent.
And when his arm was cut off, instead of immediate pain, he felt an icy numbness.
He looked at his severed arm and then looked up at David, his gaze filled with disbelief.
The shock of the King of Stone Ridge quickly turned into anger as he attempted to muster all his strength to counterattack.
But he soon discovered that his counterattack was powerless in the face of David's strength.
The second sword strike fell, slicing his body in two, and at that moment, the King of Stone Ridge was filled with despair.
He understood that he had already lost this battle.
