Zilbor unsheathed his sword, and as it emerged, a sinister greenish aura began to swirl around the blade, pulsating with a malevolent energy.
His eyes locked onto Lucy with a sneer, a mix of arrogance and anticipation playing across his face. "So, this is the junior who claims she's strong?" he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.
Lucy didn't flinch. Instead, she raised her hand in a mock gesture, casually beckoning him forward with a smirk. "Come on, show me what you've got," she replied, her tone daring and full of confidence.
Zilbor's lips curled into a cruel smile. "You're really something else," he muttered, amusement flickering in his eyes as he considered her audacity. Without another word, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision, aiming straight for Lucy.
