He didn't seem like someone who could defeat himself.
"Whether I'm foolish or not, you'll soon find out!" the man clad in silver armor roared as he raised his great sword and charged.
Following that, Greis caught the great sword single-handedly and grabbed the head of the man in silver armor, squeezing it fiercely.
The helmet was deformed in an instant, the man's body went limp, blood flowed down his face, and his corpse fell directly to the ground.
The battle ended in a moment.
In the prophecies of the future, Greis had indeed been defeated, but that did not mean he would lose now. This world didn't have so many men who could kill him by ignoring the physical gap, at least not the man in front of him.
"Why can't they recognize reality?" Greis pondered aloud. His strength was well known, it was essentially no different from suicide to participate despite being so weak, yet there were still deluded challengers.
He couldn't understand it at all.
