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After introducing the origins of the sword technique, Lester gripped her ironwood sword tightly and slowly circled the giant cat. Even Jiang Han, a complete layperson, could tell that the ghost Witch was a little nervous.

"She's gripping the sword too tightly," Alesha whispered, so softly that only the Witches on the sofa could hear.

To avoid interference, they had put up a transparent barrier to isolate both sound and any swords that flew from their hands.

She really noticed every detail... Jiang Han asked:

"Blind Treasure, is today one of your four hours of not being blind?"

Alesha answered as if it were only natural:

"A Witch fighting a giant cat deserves two hours of eagle eyes."

"Shh, stop talking! I'm waiting to see baby Lester get blown apart by the giant cat!" Lilia hummed, nervous and thrilled, excited and delighted.

Jiang Han and Alesha looked at each other, unable to understand why ghost-type Witches were so cold toward their own kind. Then they turned back to watch closely.

The Storm Giant Cat clearly knew far more than "'a sword is just a stick for poking and chopping with.'" She held her sword in a cat paw, its tip lowered toward the ground but always aimed at the slowly moving Lester. From time to time, her tail jabbed at the air in a threatening fashion.

Just like an Alien!

The image of that cold-blooded killing machine flashed through Jiang Han's mind. Thinking about it carefully, weren't Aliens just a kind of giant cat? They were simply better suited to killing, and better adapted to it.

"Witches are at too much of a disadvantage when dueling Giant Cat Lamps with swords. Giant cats are practically born dual-wielders." Chen Ligu condemned this unequal fight, but she was also excited. "...We're more