Drip! Drip!
Drop by drop, a crimson droplet fell to the ground. A long scar stretching from her brows to her chin had appeared on the White Knight Guild Master's face. Her two eyes were slightly dazed as she stared at the knight.
If she had been just one step slower, her skull might have split open. However, as a bloodline awakener, vital force was not something to be underestimated. New cells quickly rewound the wound, and it had already started healing.
Thinking up to this point, a chill ran down her spine.
Meanwhile, completely unaware of her mental state, the sword knight raised its sword upward and roared, "Challenger, rise! You showed up, now fight me, or prepare to accept death!"
Sword... sword... sword...
Lukas muttered silently in his heart while watching the scene. He had never expected to see a high and mighty bloodline awakener struggle like this, almost on the verge of death, battered like a dog.
