The sound of metal hitting metal and zipping arrows resounded in the huge room of the training centre as the students clashed against the mysterious masked coaches.
Beads of sweat rolled down Selina's face as she breathed heavily while continuing her stabs and swings at the sword coach, who leisurely blocked all of her attacks—with no movement whatsoever.
He had not even taken a step back. Slight disbelief covered her face, but she couldn't do anything against the person before her. He was simply too skilled.
She skipped a few steps back and questioned with a frown.
"Who are you?"
The sword coach shrugged and answered hoarsely, "You'll know once you put down your sword."
She took a deep breath, and her eyes turned sharp as she raised her sword and muttered, "I'll have to use my strongest sword art then."
"Indeed. Show it to me. Moon Flower," he replied as he tightened his grip around the sword.
