But a startling scene unfolded.
Saintess Istil blocked the blow with extraordinary ease and elegance. With a needle-thin rapier as long as a person, drawn from her scepter, she stopped Yang Yi's slash, its tip striking the hilt of the Broken Iron Greatsword with precision. She did not even sway.
As for Yang Yi, if he had not already transformed into a Werewolf, his face covered in black fur, they probably would have seen it turn purple with strain.
So strong... I'm completely outmatched in strength!
Yang Yi exclaimed inwardly, because the situation had gone beyond his expectations.
This Saintess was actually a swordsmanship expert hiding her abilities. Her staff was merely a disguise-it was really a Cane Sword!
"You actually drew your sword without hesitation. After all these years, you're the first person who's dared do that in front of me."
Istil grinned, her demeanor changing abruptly. She seemed like an entirely different person.
"Do you know why that arrogant brat Reinhardt listens to me so well? Because he can't beat me."
The Oracle Saintess explained, displaying combat prowess beyond the norm. Then, with a little exertion, she pushed Yang Yi back. He retreated more than a dozen steps before regaining his footing, the Broken Iron Greatsword planted upright in the ground.
"...The Oracle Saintess was the original Divine Knight. She just stepped behind the scenes and became a Cleric instead," Cui Xiya whispered, flying up to Yang Yi's ear.
"Why didn't you say so sooner?!" Yang Yi cursed. No wonder Reinhardt had stayed outside the hall, and there were no knights standing guard inside. They simply were not needed.
"You never asked! Who knew you'd attack the Saintess? Now we're really done for."
Cui Xiya was already beginning to adopt a devil-may-care attitude.
"A hypocritical liar. This is