In the center of the arena, Soleil touched swords with her opponent as a salute, then she stepped back three paces, turned sideways, her left hand behind her, and assumed the standard starting position.
The audience below immediately began to whisper to each other:
"Look! This lady seems to really know how to use a sword."
"Don't you know? She's the sister of Viscount Frey, trained under the Marquis of Villafuerte, and her swordsmanship is very impressive."
"The Marquis of Villafuerte? That famous Spanish swordsmanship master?"
"Exactly, that's him."
"Ah ha, it looks like we are in for a good show today!"
The bell from the referee rang out. Soleil's gaze instantly sharpened. Her Swift Sword feinted toward her opponent's left chest, her footwork was extremely agile, and almost at the same time, she had pivoted to the right at an angle, pressing down with the tip of her sword, aiming straight for the young man's abdomen.
