Shing! Shing!
WhiteFrost and Von were locked in a deadly fight, the blond youth's sword was slicing through the air with blinding speed that would have been difficult for many, but WhiteFrost was handling it like a piece of cake.
A sturdy ice sword that was several meters long had materialized in WhiteFrost's grip, and using the sword, she was able to fend off Von, who was considered a sword master. Her swings were fluid and elegant; she weaved and danced around the youth before delivering a slash.
Von's eyes trembled; he was too slow to react. Because she was no longer human, he had initially thought WhiteFrost would lose some of her fighting capability. This was what gave him unwavering confidence, but the spectacle happening now was very far from his expectations.
If anything, WhiteFrost had become faster and more powerful.
