'"Aida, swing your blade.
'"Fight like a Sacred Elf.
'"We are the strongest race of all. Even the Great Dragon is no match for us.'"
Aida abruptly opened her eyes and her face turned grim.
Countless moves and fighting styles poured into her mind as she inhaled.
They ranged from active to passive moves, and she mimicked the graceful figure of a knight embedded in her memory. She then pushed into Kaslan's personal space, being just less than three steps away from him.
With a swoosh, her machete swept down like a storm.
In this instant, she relied on the fact that the Soul Slayer Pike was too long to be pulled back immediately, delivering a slash at lightning speed!
Out of instinct, Kaslan, who was expressionless and thirsty for blood intended to response with an attack like he did earlier.
However, he felt a surge of coldness on his neck.
'Danger.'
In a daze, he reacted accordingly.
