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"Ah!!!"
The extreme frustration left him with no opportunity to use his strength. He deflected the incoming Cross Sword and seized a chance to strike fiercely.
'Puchi!'
A slight sting appeared on his arm, and his desperate blow was blocked by Freya. This was the first time Philip had been injured at Freya's hands...
This also interrupted the continuous sword strikes. Freya's face flushed as she took a step back; that powerful blow had drained all her energy, causing her blood to surge.
Her lack of strength was ultimately her greatest weakness. Even though she could use her Agility to evade and block, if she were hit by a sword, it would be over for her.
Freya calmly began to retreat slowly.
Looking at the sword wound on his arm, the bright red blood stood out starkly against Philip's formal attire. However, he now understood the girl's weakness.
Sensing Freya's slight retreat, Philip breathed heavily and smirked.
"What's wrong? Planning to run away? If you do, your brother and that bodyguard will be mine!"
The threatening words made Freya frown slightly, but she quickly shifted her footwork and turned around, the air around her instantly swirling around her body.
Like a white whirlwind, she vanished at the end of the corridor in an instant.
"..." Watching Freya disappear so quickly, Philip opened his mouth but ultimately did not pursue her.
"I warned you, you have to bear the consequences!"
"Damn it!! How dare you kill him!?" Philip's heroic face was already covered in frost, and bloodshot veins spread across his eyes, indicating he was furious to the extreme.
"Kill!!"
*Smash!*
Philip's foot stomped on the stone slab, leaving a clear footprint as his body surged forward in anger towards Freya.
*Clang!*
Freya wisely did not block head-on; instead, she adopted a posture to deflect the incoming force. After spinning her Cross Sword once, she slashed diagonally while leaning back to avoid Philip's next strike.
Casually discarding the head in her hand, the airflow around her allowed her to maneuver effortlessly among the sword strikes. After using a burst of strength to deflect his sword style, her Cross Sword instantly lunged forward.
"Damn!" Philip's expression finally changed as he hurriedly sidestepped, barely avoiding being pierced by the Cross Sword. "...What kind of swordsmanship is this...?"
The continuous attacks forced Philip to focus entirely on defending against Freya's onslaught.
Ignoring Philip's question, Freya swiftly followed up after he dodged, her agile wrist making the Cross Sword execute an upward thrust before slashing diagonally.
The intricate offensive gradually unfolded; combined with her rapid footwork, whether thrusting, stabbing, or evading and blocking, she slowly established her rhythm.
The swift Stiletto was utilized to its fullest extent by her. Although most of her attacks were blocked by Philip, they successfully prevented him from taking an offensive stance.
The two-hit combo technique left Philip overwhelmed, as if he were facing multiple swords attacking him continuously.
Firstly, his speed was not as fast as the other party's, and secondly, having exerted all his strength in the attack, he had already consumed more than half of his stamina. If he rashly pursued, he would likely be directly kited to death by Freya.
"Damn it!" Frustrated, Philip swung his longsword violently at the nearby stone bricks, the immense force creating a deep crater.
"Now that I know your weakness, next time..." Philip turned around, his cold gaze fixed on the two motionless figures not far away.
Regarding Freya killing Olyssis, even Philip found it difficult to sort out some matters when facing Berta.
"Fine, this useless fool died right in front of me. Then I have no choice but to take both of your lives to make up for it!"
The cold longsword reflected a chilling light in the flickering flames as Philip approached the two with a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly, a faint sound of slicing wind came from behind.
Philip paused slightly, abruptly twisting his longsword.
'Clang'
A silver flash accurately struck his blade. Freya, in her flowing white dress, appeared with an icy expression on her pale face.
She had actually returned at high speed just as he turned around!
The surging air currents swirled around her, blowing her hair loose; her golden locks danced in the air like a storm goddess.
"You!" The fear in Philip's eyes caused his pupils to dilate slowly. With an incredulous expression, he looked down at his waist where a dagger had already been deeply embedded. Drops of blood trickled down the blade and pooled on the ground.
"I will make you pay the price!" Although Freya had been on the offensive, she was unable to do anything against her opponent. At this moment, a cold expression slowly revealed a hint of a victor's smile.
"Ahhh!!!" An explosive roar erupted around Philip, and in his final moments, a surge of power burst forth. He swung his empty left hand violently, sending Freya and the short sword at her waist flying.
'Bang!'
The flying Freya crashed into the wall behind her, blood gushing from her mouth, and her vision began to blur slightly.
'My bones aren't broken... just my insides...' Feeling a wave of intense pain in her abdomen, Freya supported herself with her sword, drenched in cold sweat.
Standing in place was Philip, who had unleashed an unmatched force. Blood poured from his waist due to the earlier explosion of power; if he didn't bandage himself quickly, he would soon bleed to death.
"Freya, you are the first person to injure me so severely... I thought only your father possessed such strength, but I didn't expect you to have it too..." Philip's calm voice seemed as if he were not the one injured.
"Lastly, I want to ask you a question: who taught you your swordsmanship?"
"What? Are you trying to escape?" Freya did not answer the question but instead countered with one of her own.
"…You!" The frustration that had been building up within Philip suddenly transformed his calm expression into one of ferocity. The power of his anger erupted once more as he lunged toward her.
'Clang!!'
Dodging the incoming longsword, Freya's Cross Sword glimmered slightly as the silver light of the short sword mixed with an unnamed wind that began to rise.
'Hoo...'
The white figure suddenly vanished, replaced by a surging and fierce hurricane.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang."
The crisp sound of impacts gradually echoed around Philip and his longsword.
Standing in the center of the hurricane, Philip struggled to block the sword lights attacking from all directions. His fierce expression slowly transformed into one of fear as numerous wounds rapidly appeared on his body.
"Thrusting Blade - Blade Waltz!"
The originally violent hurricane suddenly intensified, and circles of dazzling sword blades danced in the air.
Freya's white dress fluttered around her.
"Swish!!"
In an instant, the storm came to a halt! The Cross Sword finally appeared at Philip's heart.
Philip's body was riddled with injuries; he widened his eyes in disbelief as he slowly fell.
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