Clang!
The two swords clashed with a deafening ring, startling the soldiers around them.
Freya spun around and swung her sword, but the slender man easily dodged it.
"Tsk! You move as nimbly as a leech," she taunted.
The man chuckled softly, keeping his distance.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Freya merely smiled before darting toward him. She leaped forward and swung her sword.
"Let's settle this!"
Clang!
The man parried Freya's attack, but her strength was so great that the impact sent him flying backward.
Before he could react, Freya kicked his leg, sending him crashing to the ground.
She then spun around and pointed her sword straight at his face.
"You've lost."
Instead of showing any fear, the man burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! I really have lost. It seems I'm just too old. The younger generation truly is extraordinary."
His eyes shone with genuine admiration.
Freya furrowed her brow.
"What do you mean? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you right now?"
