After dismounting, I fought for a long time. We had managed to evacuate most of the villagers, but the battle continued unabated. The girls had been gone for a while and the paladin had followed the third elite soldier to the south side of the city.

The enemy soldiers kept coming. Fighting ordinary soldiers was not difficult, but I sensed a great power nearby. It was getting closer and closer to me - probably one of the elite soldiers. For the moment, I thought about holding my sword on my back and fighting him with my club. I would use my sword for defense as a last resort if things got worse.

The enemy I sensed was no longer far away. He emerged from the chaos and stood in front of me. Just as I saw him as a powerful enemy, he saw me as one too. It was clear from his eyes that I was his next opponent.

We both knew who we were, but this was my first time seeing him. He was a tall, burly man with an axe in his hand. He had a long beard and wore a helmet-like thing on his head. He was about to speak to me.

"I know you're one of them, bear," he said.

"Firstly, I'm a panda," I replied. "And secondly, you must be an elite soldier."

"The elite of the elite, I am the first elite soldier of the third kingdom," he said.

"Somehow I'm not surprised," I said calmly.

"You're a long way from home, aren't you, panda?" he asked.

"Not as far as you," I replied.

"If you surrender now, I'll have mercy and let you be my pet," he said.

"You'll see what a panda can do, Cos this panda's about to knock you out," I replied.

"So be it," he said.

The elite soldier raised his axe and suddenly attracted a powerful bolt of lightning from the sky. He fired it at me and I threw myself to the left, barely dodging the attack. Before I could react, the soldier was already in front of me, swinging his axe.

I blocked the incoming attack with my club, but I could feel the electricity emanating from the axe. Only one lineage could wield such power - the Viking lineage. The man standing before me was a formidable opponent. In both appearance and demeanor, he resembled, as he said, the description of the head of the elite soldiers.

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His axe swings were fast and precise, and he wielded lightning with equal skill. The heads of his axe were sharp and slightly shorter than his height, but he used it to deliver sharp and dangerous blows.

I knew I had to fight back, so I pulled my club back quickly and swung it towards him, blocking the blows he swung at me with his axe. As I aimed for his head, he swung his axe again. I tried to prevent him from swinging his axe by pulling back and applying pressure on his elbow, but he used his foot to take advantage of me and delivered a hard blow to my stomach with his knee. He then headbutted me with his helmet.

Undeterred, I swung my club vertically, but he easily avoided my blow by tilting his head to the left. I pulled my club back once more and swung it down towards his head with the back of my hand. However, he was faster than I anticipated and jammed my club into the gap in the middle of his axe, stopping it in midair.

Our fight escalated, with both of us swinging faster and faster. He was an elite soldier and an expert in defense. I had to find an opening, or else my efforts would tire me out.

After my last attack, I stepped back to gather my bearings. The elite soldier of Viking bloodline had raised his axe to the sky once again, but this time, he did not throw lightning at me. Instead, he continued to attack me relentlessly with his axe, which was filled with energy. I attempted to block his attacks with my stick, but he was swinging his axe with superhuman speed, emitting a hair-raising energy. Each strike from his axe had the potential to cause significant damage, so I had to be extremely cautious.

When he swung his axe powerfully, I countered by stopping his arms in the air with a club blow from the left, followed by a hard hit to his exposed stomach with the tip of my club, and then a hook to his chin.

As I turned to swing another club blow, he blocked my club in mid-air with his left arm and then swung his axe from the ground up and down towards my head with lightning speed. He almost cut me in half, but I managed to step back and grab my club in the middle, pulling it towards myself. As he took another swing at my head with his axe, firing all his lightning at me, I threw myself urgently to the ground, letting go of my club.

Using my knowledge of the human body, I targeted the pressure points on his leg, causing him to involuntarily let go of my stick. He tried to split me in two by bringing his axe down on me while I was lying on the ground, but I managed to avoid his blow by rolling backwards with my own panda-like movements. The elite soldier prepared for our second round, twirling his axe in his hand, With my stick in my hand, I was trying to catch my breath and plan my next move.

I knew I had never faced such an enemy before, so I had to move as carefully as possible.

I was determined to keep my sword in its hilt for a short while longer, thinking that it would be more useful in a difficult time, trying not to waste my energy, because the sword required a lot of energy.

Another good thing was that my club was much more durable than I expected.