Wendy took a step back to catch her breath. The match had been going on for two grueling minutes, and she hadn't managed to land a single hit on Nox, her agile and elusive opponent.
"Argh!" The white-haired girl groaned, looking at her arm that bore a relatively deep cut mark—a result of their previous clash just moments ago.
"I have to take him more seriously than his sister."
Despite her depleting HP, Wendy staggered to her feet and gripped the sword tighter.
"She's still up! I know this fight won't end like this," a spectator shouted.
The crowd watched in stunned silence. They had heard rumors about Nox being a dark horse in the competition, but his current performance exceeded all expectations. Wendy's attacks had been effortlessly parried or dodged, leaving her struggling to keep up with Nox's barrage of attacks.
