"Clang!"
A sharp sound suddenly broke the quiet of the night, piercing through the tranquility of the darkness.
Under the shroud of the night, Monica swung her half-length sword, intercepting the blade Olivia threw at her. The immense force diverted the flying weapon, slowing it down slightly as it streaked pass Monica's face with a whistling sound.
"Whoosh!"
The ferocious wind from the blade instantly shredded Monica's veil. Monica's face, beautiful enough to bewitch all living beings, was exposed to the air.
"Phew...."
Seeing this, members of the Holy See who had been holding their breaths heaved a sigh of relief. Their tightly clenched fists slowly loosened, their palms drenched in sweat.
Chekhov, Kuka, and others who had never seen the real face of Monica watched as their worry and shock slowly subsided, their gaze completely dominated by Monica's captivating face.
At the same time, a golden Zippo lighter was held in Chen Fan's hand, his eyebrows slowly relaxing.
