Clang, clang, clang...
As Clare and Ophelia completely fell out, a fierce battle swiftly erupted between them.
For a time, the entire ruin was shrouded in flashing blades and flying sword shadows.
Since both possessed terrifying speed and reactions, the naked eye simply could not make out their movements or details. One could only vaguely distinguish blurred afterimages, along with the sounds of Claymores colliding and golden sparks flying.
Laki tried several times to use the special properties of the Sword of Desire in his hand to replicate his previous victory over that female Awakened Being, but without exception, Ophelia kicked him to the ground before he could even react.
The physical quality and reflexes he had only just improved were practically no different from those of a newborn infant before this No. 4.
Watching the boy get kicked down again and again, only to repeatedly climb back up and try to join the battle, Ophelia mocked him mercilessly. "Brat! Did you think I didn't know there was something wrong with that sword in your hand? Stop wasting your strength! No matter how powerful a weapon is, it means nothing if it cannot hit its target. The gap between you and me is like the gap between a beast and an ant. Unless I willingly stop, you will never even touch the hem of my clothes."
"Damn it!"
Laki ground his teeth and cursed under his breath, instinctively wiping away the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, his entire face had been kicked so swollen that from a distance, he looked like a pig's head.
Although it looked frightening, his injuries were not actually serious.
"Laki! Stay back! This isn't a battle you can interfere in!" Clare shouted with a twisted expression.
Unlike Ophelia's calm