After this sword strike, the young knightess would undoubtedly die. That was what Hubert thought, and so did his companions.
The rage and frustration of being suppressed by Ye Ting alone all this time seemed ready to be swept away in this moment. Some of the undead were even beginning to imagine how the mage before them would be consumed by regret after Calia was killed.
Serves you right for being so arrogant, for underestimating us—
However, at the very moment Hubert swung his greatsword, the young knightess suddenly moved.
What surprised the death knight was that Calia now moved with astonishing agility, looking nothing like someone who had exhausted her strength. In an instant, she evaded the path of his blade.
Could she have been fooling me all along?
The instant that thought surfaced, it firmly seized Hubert's mind. Though he desperately did not want to believe it, the facts before his eyes pointed to that as the only truth.
Yet realizing the truth did not mean he could turn the situation around.
Compared to a one-handed sword, a two-handed sword was larger and heavier. Though it lacked the flexibility of a one-handed sword, its killing power was greatly increased. And when Hubert swung his sword, he had put all his strength into it, intending to decide the battle with a single strike.
But before Calia, what had once been an advantage became a weakness—despite seeing the young knightess's nimble dodge, Hubert found it nearly impossible to pull back his strength and change his move.
Or rather, their previous head-on exchanges, along with the young knightess's unwavering bearing, had gradually made Hubert overlook the possibility that she might evade. He knew even less about her agility.
Calia, on the other hand, had been driven back step by step, but