Harvey calmly stepped forward before stomping on Tojuro’s face a few times.

The body didn’t budge at all. Other than Tojuro’s swollen face, there was nothing else that seemed peculiar.

“Are Sword Saints of the Island Nations this weak?”

Harvey let out a sigh before turning around.

Swoosh!

Tojuro furiously opened his eyes, before leaping off the ground and thrusting his sword behind Harvey.

“Die!”

Tojuro wore a vengeful expression; he desperately wanted Harvey dead.

“Sir York! Look out!” Stefan exclaimed.

Harvey appeared playful, not at all fazed.

Bam!

He turned around, instantly kicking Tojuro in the stomach.

Blood spurted out of Tojuro’s mouth; he slammed into the wall, before slowly sliding down.

Swoosh!

Harvey kicked the sword, and it pierced into the ground beside Tojuro’s face.

Tojuro was horrified; he showed nothing but despair and helplessness. He didn’t think that Harvey would be this strong.

He was the top expert of the Shinto Way, and yet he couldn’t even take