"Ah? Ah!" Battle Domain Thunder's eager hands slowly withdrew from his weapon, looking with a face full of regret at the lucky ones who had successfully intercepted the enemy ships thanks to a certain female Priest's grand display of might. "Her name is Old School Striking King, and on our side, she's practically the strongest warrior!
Don't look at me like that. Even though she's a Priest, she definitely counts as a combat class.
Didn't you notice she's not holding a staff or a hammer or anything, but Pugilist gloves?
When calculating combat power, she gets lumped in with us Knights. The Priests don't claim her."
"No, I didn't mean that... I do know about Battle Priests," Dieter asked very earnestly. "When you say she's the strongest, do you mean the strongest among women, or the strongest of everyone?"
"What do men and women have to do with fighting and killing?" Battle Domain Thunder said very candidly. "Whoever can fight the best and kill the most is the strongest!
Could it be that when we fight, we're supposed to pull our punches just because someone is a woman?
Hah~ Besides, we don't necessarily have to acknowledge her..."
"If a female class player can't forget her gender during combat and still has to protect certain sensitive areas of her body from being attacked, she'd better not go to a formal battlefield," Sui Chen interrupted Battle Domain Thunder. "On your side, during a national war, do you hold back just because the enemy sends a woman?"
"Definitely not," Dieter smiled. "It's not a friendly match. Staying alive is what matters most."
"There you go." Sui Chen smiled. "Gender distinctions only exist outside the battlefield."
Dieter glanced at him and smiled slightly.
He had a bit of an understanding of the Undead, so