Emma locked eyes with Damian's crazed gaze, her face turning cold. She tightened her grip on her sword, both hands steady as her skill, Continuous Strike, activated.
With lightning speed, Emma unleashed a flurry of slashes. In the blink of an eye, she struck twenty times, but each strike only managed to push Damian back, her sword bouncing off his resilient aura.
Damian grinned, a dagger formed from his aura appearing in his hand. But Emma only looked at him with disdain.
'So what if my sword can't cut you? You still feel the impact, even if it's slight.'
Her sword descended again, this time shattering the dagger in his hand and forcing him back. Without hesitation, she struck again and again, relentlessly pressing her attack.
