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Meanwhile, Beltia continued pushing Desteran and Varos back with relentless pressure. She floated effortlessly as golden light radiated from her in waves.
Desteran managed to endure the onslaught of fierce golden aura. He looked as if he could collapse at any moment, but somehow he avoided every fatal blow.
"Your chain blade is as annoying as ever," Beltia muttered, clicking her tongue. "You look like you're about to fall, but you always manage to slip away."
It was a comment that hovered somewhere between acknowledgement and dismissal.
Covered in blood, Desteran grit his teeth. You think my swordplay is just about running away?
Desteran's chain blade was crafted for deception, evasion, and misdirection. It was widely recognized across the continent as one of the most elusive and dangerous sword styles. And yet she had the nerve to dismiss it as little more than a desperate dodge?
Damn it all!
However, pride could only carry him so far. The gap in strength was too great. In fact, if Desteran had been alone, he wouldn't have lasted this long. Varos launched another slash from the opposite si...
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