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The wind from the violet sword relentlessly pressured Varos, and the metallic clang of blades ringing continuously. Varos clenched his teeth while dodging and parrying with everything he had.
Still as exhausting as ever.
In terms of skill and experience, Varos wasn’t inferior to Lapicel. The amount of aura they could wield wasn’t significantly different either, as both relied on the limited power drawn from the demonic sword Mareda.
Varos even had a significant physical advantage. He was currently at the peak of his prime, with a body honed through diligent training and proper nutrition. Lapicel, on the other hand, was a young girl who had neither trained extensively nor received adequate sustenance.
Physically, Varos was leagues ahead. And yet, he was the one being pushed back.
"Dog of the Monarch of Death!" Lapicel let out a desperate cry as she slashed diagonally with her aura blade. "I’ll kill you!"
The strike appeared straightforward at a glance, but Varos didn’t let his guard down. He knew too well how deceptively that seemingly simple trajectory could twist in an instant.
Which side will it be this time?
Drawing on his experience, Varos predicted her move and searched for an opening. He stepped forward with his left foot, countering with a thrust aimed straight at her.
"Urgh...
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