"I don't want to drag this out, and hope you surrender. As long as I don't make a major mistake, the victory is mine. Of course, you are also strong, but my style just happens to counteract yours," said the player in the white armor.
Her title was the Apostle.
For the sake of match effects, participants usually referred to each other by their titles rather than their real names to maintain a certain distance.
The warrior in black armor didn't say much, but with a sweep of his great sword, a fiery red, crescent-shaped shockwave radiated out. Unfortunately, its speed was average, and the Apostle easily evaded it.
"Staying the course might give you a slim chance, but it is not good for the audience. Even if you defeat me, you can't alter your ranking. You'll never reach the sub-league level, so I suggest you surrender. I'm willing to give you the 'honorable opponent' evaluation, which is the safest method for you," the Apostle continued to persuade.
