Dylan now feels immense pressure.
Physically.
The Noble Knight simply brought his sword down normally, and Dylan nearly couldn't withstand it, forced into a semi-kneeling position.
He seized the gap as the knight raised his sword again, rolling away like a donkey.
"With just this bit of skill, you dare to play the hero?"
After the initial encounter, the Noble Knight had gauged the strength of the adventurer before him.
Weak!
Other than being slightly faster, there was nothing commendable about him.
"Are you ready to die?"
[Phantom Clone]
[Ice Cone Skill]
Dylan clearly realized the disparity in strength. While the Noble Knight was talking nonsense, he decisively used both equipment together.
The three Dylans formed a fan-shaped encirclement around the Noble Knight, with three ice cones forming in front of each Dylan.
"Skill Equipment? What a lot of tricks!"
