This was the Armor Energy Absorption, simultaneously distributing the impact to other parts of his body. Otherwise, that last kick would not have been so simple.
The Baron's plight was even worse than Reynard's. He forcibly tore off his deformed helmet, revealing a middle-aged man's face and a trail of blood flowing down his head—clearly the result of the previous blow.
However, the helmet's deformation had absorbed most of the impact, and thanks to the Baron's robust physique, he did not succumb to dizziness.
Yet, the injury caused no change in the Baron's expression; such a wound was not enough to affect his condition.
But an injury meant that the balance between the two had been broken.
The Baron nonchalantly tossed his helmet aside, reached into the beastskin pouch at his waist, and pulled out a vial of Potion to drink; its effects were unknown.
"That's hardly knightly behavior," Reynard scoffed, his voice full of disdain.
