"Why, you! Die!" Quincy's face turned beet red when she heard those words. She was indescribably embarrassed and furious. Without hesitation, she swung her sword toward Ambrose, and the blade ripped through the air with an overpowering force.
'She's gone crazy!' Ambrose did not panic. He summoned his Tyrant Hammer and met her head-on. The next second, the two of them collided in mid-air. A gasp could be heard as Ambrose flew ten meters away before landing pitifully on the ground. A gash opened on his shoulder, and it was bleeding profusely.
He got up steadily, ignored his pain, and stared at Quincy with shock. 'How did she become so strong within these three years?'
Dax and Chester were shocked as well. Ambrose had been training very hard those few years, and his power was not as before, especially with the Tyrant Hammer in his hand. One could say that he was almost peerless in the entire of Nine Continents. So, how could Quincy harm him?
"Get all of them!" Quincy shouted before attacking Ambrose again.
The royal armies charged forward upon receiving the order.
"Enemy incoming!" Chester shouted angrily as he dashed toward them.
With a roar, Dax flew to the sky and charged toward Quincy. "Hey, why don't you take on somebody your own size!"
Quincy became madder with each word from Dax. Her exquisite face turned icy, and with gritted teeth, she said, "Dax Sanders, today will be the day you die!"
Immediately, a terrifying aura exploded from Quincy's body, and the air around her distorted as thousands of sword apparitions condensed in the sky and orbited around her.
Dax took a deep breath and began to feel a surge of panic. 'What technique is that? It's so powerful!' he thought solemnly.
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