Chapter 86.1: Neutral Nations Conference (7)
General Cayden recalled the memory of that day as he looked at Asher standing across from him.
One member of the White Moon tribe that he failed to kill because of a moment’s carelessness.
That little mistake was a memory that had haunted him like a thorn in his flesh to this day.
I never thought we’d meet like this.
That’s why the current situation made him happy. It’s an opportunity that came by chance.
This time, he would kill and eliminate the last remaining one and tie a complete knot.
The General lightly swung the spear in his hand and opened his mouth.
“I will yield the first move.”
“…”
Asher’s whole body turned white again.
The momentum she radiated was still quite menacing, but unlike before, she had regained her composure to some degree.
General Cayden of Santea.
In her memory, he was nothing short of a monster when he massacred her tribe ten years ago.
He swept away even the warriors of such a strong tribe without them being able to fight properly.
Even so, Asher did not think of defeat.
No, she didn’t dare think of such a possibility.
Over the past 10 years, how many times had she overcome and destroyed walls to become stronger?
She didn’t think about how big the gap between them was. Right now, she just believed in herself and raised her fighting spirit.
Swoop.
Magical power that had been purified to the limit with her special ability sped up further and circulated through Asher’s body.
It was an opponent she had to fight with everything she had. Asher raised her power from the start.
Pure white brilliance dyed her sword, and white magical rings appeared vaguely all over her body.
The General stood calmly and looked at her like that. Whatever she did, he seemed willing to wait. A blue aura also appeared in his spear.
And in the next moment, the energy from Asher’s sword was fired at the General like a flash.
Kwaaang!
The blade of the sword and the spear interlocked with a roar.
The General, who lightly blocked the attack without retreating a single step, turned the spear and threw it upward. Asher moved.
She immediately bent down and dodged the attack aimed at her neck, then thrust out her sword again. A blow aimed at his leg. Again, the General simply blocked it.
An intense skirmish ensued.
Sword and spear collided nonstop, sometimes cutting through the empty air. The white and blue auras intersected and intertwined in a dizzying manner.
A mighty shockwave arose from each collision. It felt like you would be slashed if you even came a little closer.
Among the spectators, those who were not of high level could not follow their movements with their eyes at all.
They retreated further from the boundary line, tired of the magical impact and shock wave spreading in all directions.
The flow of the battle flowed toward Asher attacking and the General defending.
The General also counterattacked from time to time, but mostly Asher seemed to push him.
A feeble pleasure welled up in Asher’s heart.
The General was clearly strong.
But it wasn’t as overwhelming as she thought. It seemed as though a gap was slowly opening in his defense.
Asher added strength and speed to the limit of her offensive attack.
She just needed to dig a little more, just a little more. Then it really felt like her sword could land on his neck.
However…
“…”
As time passed, Asher’s complexion slowly hardened.
It was because she gradually noticed their gap.
No matter how much she swung her sword, at some point the gap wasn’t closing at all. As if she couldn’t reach him from the beginning.
Caang!
The blade of the sword and the blade of the spear meshed together, and the momentary battle stopped.
Asher met the General’s eyes. His eyes were as cold and dry as they were at the start of the duel.
‘Did you know now?’
He seemed to say that.
Only then did Asher realize. From the beginning, she had been toyed with and played in his grasp.
The gap between the two of them was not just a little, but, on the contrary, it was far beyond imagination.
Wow!
He fired a blow at Asher, who was trying to step back with terrifying speed. It was a different speed than before.
Blood spurted down Asher’s cheeks. Barely turning her head to avoid the attack. She had to block the attack that followed without a break.
Swing, stab, and strike. The fight intensified.
The energy in the General’s spear was similar to that of Asher’s sword. But each blow was incomparable.
He didn’t give Asher the slightest bit of leeway. However, he also didn’t land a blow that would completely end the duel.
Asher could see what he was thinking as she narrowly countered the dizzying rain of attacks.
…Are you sure you intend to kill me?
For a moment, reason flew, and she accepted the duel with the General, but Asher was not an idiot, so she vaguely understood his intention.
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