Yet these facts were irrefutable and impossible to alter.
No matter how astonished the female knight felt, what difference could it make? Facing the elder before her eyes, she simply could not believe that she was defeated in merely two rounds.
She had not even slightly threatened him and sure enough, her long sword had snapped in half. This was a brutal, irrevocable reality.
At this time, she could say with certainty that she had failed completely.
Because this was reality! The weapon in her hand was so easily broken. As much as she felt unwilling, she could only stand stupefied, accepting the harsh truth.
After making his attack, the elder crossed his arms behind his back, looking composed and indifferent as if nothing had transpired, his eyes closed.
The remaining broken sword, though still glinting coldly, no longer terrified anyone. After all, it was just a broken blade. How could it pose any threat?
