Chapter 18 - Technique! It's a gap in technique!
Judging from strength alone, the gap seemed to be quite large. No, it was very large.
Not to mention he hadn't fully recovered from his battle with the Demon King and the traitors, Noah was sure that even in his prime, his physical strength couldn't match Valletta's.
What's more, it was obvious that Valletta was not a power type warrior.
But it was just a difference in strength. Noah had hardly ever fought with an advantage; in fact, he had almost always fought from a disadvantage.
A battle where he was only outmatched in raw power was one with a very small gap. Fighting had never been a simple competition of strength or numbers.
Otherwise, everyone would just show their stats, and the side with the lower numbers would just admit defeat. What would be the point of fighting?
"Hmph! Now that you've seen the difference, stop struggling! Just accept your death! I'll give you a quick one!"
Valletta was surprised that her furious attack had failed to kill Noah directly, and she suddenly became anxious.
The wound in her abdomen, while not immediately fatal, sent waves of severe pain throughout her body, shaking her remaining sanity.
Damn it! Hateful! I'll kill him!
If Valletta's desire to recruit Noah had been strong before, her hatred for him after being deceived was a hundred times stronger.
Among this murderous intent, only a small part was humiliation; most of it was fear. Whether Noah had planned it in advance or acted on the spur of the moment, the fact that he could deceive her was enough to prove his intelligence.
This guy is definitely more dangerous than Finn!
Not to mention, he was so young yet already possessed the strength to rival her.
What would happen in a few more years? By then, she'd have to deal with two men with incredibly devious minds at the same time.
Wouldn't she be worrying so much that her hair fell out? Although Valletta didn't care much about her appearance, when she recalled the miserable sight of Thanatos after he'd been made bald, she still felt that dying in battle would be more satisfying.
So, for the sake of her hair, she had to kill him. This was the only thought in Valletta's mind now.
Facing her violent, murderous gaze, Noah remained calm and just swung his sword. "So what if there's a gap? The weak defeating the strong is the only kind of fight I've ever known."
In front of Valletta's astonished gaze, Noah did not retreat but instead took the initiative to attack. With a kick, the ground shattered. With a loud noise and smoke like an explosion, Noah's figure disappeared.
The sword edge cut through the air, and under the sunlight, it turned into a ray of light, attacking with the force of wind and lightning.
Just as Valletta reacted, the sword was already upon her, and her eyes suddenly constricted.
She subconsciously stepped back and raised her sword to block. But unexpectedly, the sword light that exuded a violent aura dissipated like mist after just a slight touch, with no force behind it at all.
At the same time, Valletta felt a sharp sting on her face and instinctively tilted her head.
The next moment, although the sword tip missed, the blade's energy still cut her cheek, drawing several drops of blood that scattered in the air.
"You!"
The injured Valletta wanted to roar but was forced back by Noah's faster blade, swallowing the words that came to her mouth.
She subconsciously stepped back, but the slashing blows followed relentlessly. The stray sword energy shattered the wall, and the strong wind blew away the flying dust as the boy attacked again with the force of thunder.
The two of them chased each other out of the alley, leaped onto the rooftops, and then down to the street.
The sharp sword left countless afterimages, chopping everything it swept past into pieces. Valletta swung her sword to block, but the blade's light seemed to turn into flowing water, bypassing her defense as soon as it made contact, leaving wounds all over her body and rendering her superior strength useless.
Technique! It's a gap in technique! Although I'm superior in strength and speed, the gap between us in swordsmanship is even greater! I actually lost to this brat in terms of skill!
Realizing this, Valletta's lips twisted.
Finally, when the chase reached a large bungalow, she simply gave up on defense and swung her sword directly at Noah with the ferocity of a wild beast.
Facing a horizontal slash that made the air scream, Noah bent backward, dodging it by a hair's breadth. Then, without even looking, he swung his sword forward.
A flawless strike, leaving no place for her to hide.
The sword's edge brushed past Valletta's arm, instantly cutting through flesh and bone as blood splattered everywhere.
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