In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

Volume 1: Chapter 18 Mechanisms and Numbers

"I didn't cheat. I just held up my shield in one hand and hit people with the other, and toughed it out."

Solomon shrugged, trying to explain the battle in the simplest terms, "It was all because my buddy was tough enough. As long as he couldn't break through my shield, I could wear him down."

“I don’t believe you.” Caesar picked up a training sword, his face full of ill intent. “Come on, let’s practice. Let me see just how tough you really are.”

“Exactly, exactly,” Vlad chimed in, fanning the flames. “Unless you demonstrate it live.”

"Fine, let's do the demonstration then." Solomon retorted, losing his temper.

Solomon took a deep breath, raised his shield again, and assumed a defensive stance.

"bring it on."

Caesar showed no mercy, his longsword transforming into a streak of silver light, piercing straight into Solomon's blind spot.

clang!

With a crisp sound, the sword's edge was firmly blocked by the shield.

Caesar changed his moves with lightning speed, his swordsmanship as swift as the wind, slashing upwards, chopping downwards, and sweeping horizontally, each strike aimed directly at vital points.

However, Solomon was like an immovable fortress. No matter how Caesar attacked, that great shield always appeared precisely in the path of the attack.

Caesar grew increasingly alarmed and nauseous as the fight progressed.

The absurd thing is that whenever Caesar thought his sword was sure to hit the mark, Solomon would be enveloped in that damned golden light.

[Holy Shield Protection]

The sword blade struck the light barrier with a muffled thud, which instead made Caesar's wrist go numb.

Caesar threw down his sword and retreated to the side, panting.

"What kind of iron turtle fighting style is this? It's a pure turtle shell! No wonder that Word Bearer couldn't bite you down, anyone would break their teeth if they tried!"

Osiris also tried firing two shots, and the result was even more exaggerated; the training bullets he fired were bounced off the ground.

Watching Solomon's unreasonable skills, Osiris shook his head, saying, "That's the disgusting thing about mechanic-based monsters. As long as he doesn't make a mistake, you simply can't break through his defenses."

"Make way! Let me have it!"

Vlad, however, squeezed in with an excited look on his face, a smile that looked anything but malicious.

"Old man, let me test your defense. I'll throw one punch, and if you can withstand it without moving, I'll believe you're not hiding anything!"

"What are you trying to do, kid?"

"Nothing, just testing my fists."

Vlad got into position, took a deep breath, and then threw a punch.

This punch looked ordinary and wasn't very fast.

But Solomon, looking at Vlad's smiling face, instinctively sensed danger.

That bastard is definitely up to no good!

"Come on." Solomon took a deep breath, lowered his center of gravity, and held his shield firmly in front of him.

"Hehe, let's go! Damn it, the magnetic field is spinning!"

Vlad didn't use any fancy moves; it was just a simple straight punch.

But at the very moment he threw the punch, he made an unexpected move in his consciousness.

[Attributes being reset...]

All attribute points have been initialized and allocated to "Strength"!

Boom! ...

The moment the fist touched the shield, the air seemed to explode as if it couldn't withstand the terrifying force.

That's just pure numerical value!

Solomon's shield did indeed block the damage and did not break.

However, that terrifying kinetic energy cannot be completely neutralized.

Solomon felt as if a semi-trailer truck traveling at full speed had crashed into him head-on.

Holy crap!

Solomon didn't even have time to finish his curse before he was sent flying backward like a cannonball.