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Half a month had passed since Leon had begun his special training camp. It had stretched on longer than planned. At first, he had intended to stop once Elahan’s Holy Weapons were repaired, but the results had been so much better than expected that it became difficult to end it early.
His spars with Elahan were the fiercest.
In her robes, she looked like someone who couldn’t harm even a single flower. That all changed the instant she entered combat stance. It was clear why the Saintess bore the title of vice-commander of the Holy Iron Inquisitors.
She was unstoppable. Sheathed in immense divine energy, she crushed her foes beneath massive, heavy weapons.
Her defense was like a fortress, able to withstand direct hits from siege engines. Her strikes were powerful enough to shatter cliffs in a single blow. With Holy Law constantly restoring her, her stamina seemed endless. Elahan, as a combat partner, was, in short, a nightmare.
She left no openings whatsoever. No matter what mind games Leon tried to play, her mastery of brawling and her psychological feints made it nearly impossible to catch her off guard.
Elahan summed it up succinctly, “Fair fights are a luxury on heretics.”
Against heretics, ambushes were allowed. Against heretics, ganging...
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