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Freya staggered back several steps, feeling the impact disturb her core energy. The bitter taste of blood rose in her throat, but she swallowed it down. Though she struggled to maintain composure, her mind was in complete chaos.
She had inner force too, but it was shallow. She had never believed in its utility. Since childhood, she had trained for practical combat, where strength was everything. Sophie twirled the staff gracefully, a confident smile on her lips. “General Ernst, do you wish to continue or concede?”
The word “concede” was a provocation to Freya.
“A warrior never concedes!” she roared, furious.
She charged forward, swinging her sword again. Her strikes were powerful yet straightforward. Such strikes were meant to effectively kill enemies on a battlefield.
Sophie deftly dodged a few attacks, noting the increasing fury in Freya’s eyes. She leaped into the air, and struck Freya’s wrist with the staff. She disarmed Freya and simultaneously kicked the latter in the chest, sending her flying backward.
Sophie landed gracefully, three yards away from the fallen and bleeding Freya. She spun the staff rapidly, creating a vortex-like illusion, which quickly transformed into a flurry of neatly cut wood chips. The chips burst towards Freya like a snowstorm.
Though Freya wore battle armor, the wooden fragments left scratch marks across it. One sliver grazed her neck, drawing blood. The wound was shallow and barely bleeding, but everyone knew that a deeper cut would have killed Freya,
How did Sophie control the chips so accurately?
The crowd erupte hour.
in shock. They had expected a prolonged, evenly matched fight lasting at least half any
Instead, it ended abruptly and decisively.
In fact, Freya hadn’t even touched Sophie’s clothes. She lost in a manner that was nothing short of humiliating!
Freya spat out a mouthful of blood. Sophie’s kick seemed to have nearly dislocated her internal organs. It left her in such agony, she couldn’t make a sound for a long time.
Her face was ashen as she instinctively touched her neck, feeling the blood on her fingers. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably-not from fear, but from the sheer inability to accept this outcome.
She looked at Sophie in disbelief. Such martial skills were beyond anything she had ever seen. How did Sophie, of all people, possess such formidable abilities?
Freya recalled how Blake had once mentioned that Sophie had hurt him by simply flicking leaves, a statement that had seemed laughable then. Now, after experiencing it firsthand, a surge of jealousy and hatred gnawed at her.
This swift defeat was a brutal slap in her face.
Earlier, she had accused Sophie of relying on connections to rise in rank, causing several officers to be punished. Even before the fight, she had loudly berated Sophie, inciting a furor among the troops.
Now, Sophie had used her prowess to refute those claims. Throughout the entire confrontation, Sophie spoke only one sentence without offering any defense.
Blake hurriedly came to support her, asking anxiously, “Are you hurt? Is it serious?”
Grasping Blake’s wrist, Freya slowly stood up, her chest still aching terribly. Despite trying to hold back, she couldn’t suppress the tears welling in her eyes.
An overwhelming sense of humiliation washed her entire being. Worse than the humiliation was the realization that no matter how hard she fought in the Southern Frontier, she would never earn any military merit.
No, that wasn’t even the worst part.
The worst part was that she would have to relinquish her position as Starhaven’s premier female general to Sophie.
The deafening cheers around her seemed to fade, leaving only a buzzing in her head. All the sounds converged into a single, unyielding thought: she couldn’t accept this.
She couldn’t accept this outcome!
She didn’t have the same prestigious background as Sophie. She didn’t have a master as skilled as Sophie’s. Sophie’s exceptional martial arts were due to her influential family. Top martial artists were easily intimidated by her father and brothers’ reputations, forcing them to take Sophie as their apprentice.
She hadn’t lost to Sophie.
She had lost to Sophie’s privileged birth.
She just didn’t have the same privileged background as Sophie.
Freya.” Blake grasped Freya’s hand. “Are you alright?”
“I didn’t lose.” She struggled to reclaim her voice, tears spilling over. “Blake, I didn’t lose! If I had a background like hers, I wouldn’t have lost!”
Blake remained silent for a moment before nodding slightly.
Rafael stood up, and tossed the Rose Spear back to Sophie. His voice amplified with inner force, he announced, “The Mystic Army will remain under the command of General Devin. As for General Ernst’s breach of military orders, she will be dealt her punishment after the battle.”
With that single statement, the matter was settled.
Freya spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling as if something gripped her heart tightly and leaving her in a state of utter panic. Yet she stubbornly stood her ground, her eyes burning with defiance. She couldn’t let Sophie see her falter. Even in defeat, she had to lose with dignity.
Sophie didn’t spare Freya a glance. Instead, she locked eyes with Rafael, her grip on the Rose Spear trembling slightly.
For a moment, she had truly wanted to kill Freya. When the wooden stick splintered into shards, the sharpest piece was aimed directly at Freya’s neck. As she scattered the wooden chips, she felt Rafael’s piercing gaze upon her. And so, she only used a subtle force on the one that was aimed at Freya’s neck.
Had Sophie employed the same strength that tore through Freya’s armor, Freya would have bled profusely and suffered a swift death.
Facing Rafael’s gaze, Sophie’s emotions were turbulent.
Violet was the first to rush over, slapping her on the shoulder. “Snap out of it, you won!”
Sophie forced herself to smile. “Of course.”
How could she ever lose to Freya?
Violet draped an arm around Sophie’s shoulders, and pointed to the cheering soldiers.
“Those are the same people who once insulted you. Now, they’re cheering for you. They haven’t even seen your true skills! What was that move just now? It’s surprising how easily Freya was defeated.”
The Mystic Army was now utterly impressed with Sophie, particularly Michael.
He could see the formidable nature of Sophie’s move. She had shattered the wooden staff into many pieces, and they had all been perfectly aligned. There was a subtle but powerful technique hidden within her inner force. Among all the flying wooden shards, only the one that landed on his neck was light.
As the sun set and darkness enveloped the land, the campfire cast its glow over the gradually dispersing soldiers. They chattered excitedly about Sophie’s technique.
“That staff shattered into pieces right on the spot! It was incredible-almost like magic!”
“She’s truly worthy of being the late General Devin’s daughter. She’s amazing!”
“I told you, if she hadn’t made real achievements on the battlefield, how could she have risen to the rank of a fifth-ranked general?”