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Grey and white stone chips scattered with each strike of the sword edge, breaking and reforming again and again, reminding one of the ancient Eastern phrase 'perseverance pays off.'
Her breathing grew rapid, sweat and strands of hair sticking to her forehead. Hexia dodged the swiftly descending giant palm once more, kicking off the azure and crimson arm while flipping backward. The sword edge drew a mournful, crescent arc in the air, severing the tattered golden-red ribbon that fluttered incompletely.
Afterward, the gold covering the Godly General seemed to gradually dim, returning to a dull, earthy hue. At the same time, Hexia leapt once again, her longsword and body spinning together. Her flowing hair and the hem of her skirt formed a brief but splendid vortex in the air.
Hiss—
