Chapter 678

Nightwrath sword pierced into the broom's handle, fitting in just like a sword slipping into its sheath. Matthew suddenly tightened his grip on the broom and yanked it toward his chest. With both hands on the sword handle, Alan lunged forward as Matthew's sudden pull threw him off balance, sending him stumbling towards Matthew. Seeing Matthew's knee coming straight at his chest, Alan cried out in fear. With a bang, Matthew's knee slammed into his chest hard, and the sound of his ribs snapping filled the air. After the heavy blow, Alan stumbled backward for a few steps, only coming to a stop when his back hit the doorframe. He felt a numbness in his chest, as though it was empty. Upon looking down, he saw that his chest had caved in with blood pouring out from it. In a flash, his shirt was soaked in red. Alan muttered in disbelief, "How is this happening? My sword technique comes from the Swiftblade Division of Dunkelwald, and I'm wielding Nightwrath, a renowned longsword. How can