His attention was focused on the sword in her hand.

This sword hidden in the handle of the umbrella must have been specially made. The blade is very slender and thin, with thin edges on both sides and a slightly raised prism in the middle. Right now, the tip of the sword is shining with a sharp cold light.

Facing the young man himself.

Since it is a specially crafted weapon, Agnes should have a specialized way of using it, which seems to be mainly stabbing.

However, this kind of prediction can only be used as a reference. The most important thing in a duel is to adapt to circumstances.

Aigron adjusted his breathing and pace, leaned forward, and entered a battle-ready state. He picked up the sword with his left hand and faced the opponent.

"Left-handed?" Agnes raised her eyebrows, looking a little surprised.

"That's right." Aiglon nodded, "I usually use my right hand when competing with others, but today I use my left hand. You can understand that this is the highest respect for you."

"Hahahaha, thank you!" Agnes laughed, "Then I will do my best!"

Seeing the two people in front of her eager to try and full of fighting spirit, Alice secretly sighed in her heart. It seemed that she could only let them have fun first.

"You guys are just having a discussion! Don't go too far!" She warned her one last time, and then gave the order.

"Three...two...one, start!"

Agron did not attack immediately. He gently moved a small step forward and carefully observed Agnes's next movements. Agnes was also very cautious, turning sideways and moving slightly to the right, adjusting

One's own attitude towards the enemy.

As they stared at each other, the distance shortened little by little, until finally it was within one meter.

Aiglon felt a faint fragrance coming from his nose. This originally relaxing smell made the blood in his body stop burning. He took a deep breath, and then decisively waved the sword in his hand.

At this time, Agnes also leaned forward and stabbed his shoulder with her sword.

At the moment when the fighting spirit reached its peak, the two people suddenly moved from slow movement to extremely fast impact.

Aigron dodged Agnes's thrust, but his attack also failed, and he had to withdraw his sword and take a step to the side.

Okay... he is indeed my opponent. A cheerful yet cruel smile appeared on the young man's face.

With just one face-to-face encounter, he could predict his opponent's strength.

Next, the two people no longer hesitated, but fully displayed their sword skills that they had practiced since childhood.

Agron continued to attack head-on, wanting to fight Agnes directly and use his physical strength to suppress his opponent. However, Agnes was faster than he originally expected, constantly changing her position and the position of the sword.

The direction is almost not directly in contact with Aigron's sword.

Occasionally when the sword blades intersect, in addition to the whine of steel, there is also Agnes's sharp roar.

Although the voice was slightly harsh, Aigron could tell that she was in such a happy mood. She felt extremely lucky and happy that she could find a peer of her own age, and that she could finally fully display her skills.

feel excited.

Yes, he knows it, because he thinks so too.
Chapter completed!