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“You shameless idiot! You were the loudest back then! You even made a fuss and tried to protest to the marshal. If I hadn’t dragged you away, you’re the one who’d get lashed.”
“Hey, come on! I was just believing what General Ernst said. She claimed General Devin was on the battlefield to avenge a marriage insult, wanting to outdo everyone and make General Jaffe regret his decision.”
“To be honest, I think General Ernst is a bit shameless-spreading rumors and making righteous accusations against General Devin before the fight even started.”
“Shut up! Do you want to get beaten?”
Various voices buzzed in Freya’s ears. Her face burned with embarrassment and shame, and she felt a surge of anger. She wiped the blood from her lips, suppressed the boiling rage inside her, and strode up to Sophie.
“When Michael challenged you, you knew I was watching from the city tower. You deliberately staged the performance for me so that I would challenge you, right?” she demanded.
Violet’s cold voice cut in from the side, “Staged a performance for you? Who do you think you are?”
“Shut your mouth! Who do you think you are? Did I ask for your opinion?”
Freya’s face twisted with fury as she shouted at Violet. Violet was momentarily stunned, but was immediately enraged. She lifted her whip, ready to strike Freya.
“Vivi!” Sophie grabbed Violet’s whip with one hand. “Stop!”
Violet was seething with rage. “Sophie, let me go!”
Who dared to shout at her like that except Sophie?
Cynthia quickly approached them, wrapping her arms around Violet’s waist and pulling Violet back. “She’s a general. We can’t show disrespect. The marshal is strict with his troops, and we need to fight alongside Sophie soon.”
However, Violet couldn’t tolerate the humiliation. “Let go of me! I don’t care if she’s a general or a marshal! I’m going to shit on her face!”
Freya’s anger reached a boiling point. “How dare you!”
Sophie, both exasperated and amused, released the whip and tossed it to Violet. “Violet Spencer! Go back for now. I’ll speak to her.”
Violet lashed out with the whip, creating a deep crack in the ground that extended all the way to the campfire stand. With a furious shout, she growled, “You better deal with her properly, or I’ll come back and give her a proper whipping!”
With that, she stormed off.
Sophie signaled to Cynthia and the others to follow Violet to prevent her from impulsively destroying Freya’s tent.
Freya stared at the crack in the ground, stunned. She could hardly believe her eyes. Just one lash from the whip, and the ground had split open so dramatically! What kind of people did Sophie keep by her side?
Sophie saw that most of the soldiers had dispersed, leaving only a few stragglers watching from a distance.
Blake stepped forward and stood beside Freya, his eyes filled with unspoken emotions.
“So, Michael’s challenge was, as Freya said, staged for us, right?” Blake asked.
Sophie’s eyes reflected the flickering light of the campfire. They burned with intensity, yet her voice remained cool and indifferent.
“Do you think so highly of yourselves? A performance for you two? Do you really deserve that?”
Freya stepped closer and sneered, “Michael just stood there and took a single hit from you without moving. After that, he surrendered immediately. Are you telling me something like that wasn’t staged?”
Sophie pointed with her Rose Spear toward where she had fought Michael.
“If your eyes are still working, see why Michael surrendered for yourself.”
The location wasn’t far, just about seven or eight paces away. Freya followed the direction Sophie indicated, and took a deep breath. She saw five cracks on the ground, each twisting and winding, as if a centipede had crawled through. They converged at one spot.
That spot was roughly where Michael had been standing. The cracks seemed to have passed through beneath his feet. One crack was about the size of a footprint, indicating a lighter impact. It appeared that Sophie’s inner force had struck Michael’s feet, causing this lighter crack.
If Sophie hadn’t carefully controlled her inner force, it could have crippled Michael’s legs. That was why he had surrendered.
Freya took a deep breath, realizing that in Sophie’s presence, she had been thoroughly defeated.
However, she straightened herself quickly, clinging to Blake’s arm and leaning against him. She displayed the kind of smile she had previously scorned-a delicate and charming smile.
“Yes, I lost to you in the challenge, and my skills may not be as good as yours. But I’m the one who secured Victory Pass, and I’m married to General Jaffe by royal edict. His love for me is undeniable. “Even if you achieve great feats on the battlefield and hold a higher rank in the future, I will still have beaten you first. I will always be the first female general of Starhaven and Blake’s wife. You’ll never be able to claim these positions.”
Sophie’s smile remained cool and indifferent.
“I’m not interested in being General Jaffe’s wife, and I don’t covet the title of Starhaven’s first female general. Why would I want to replace you? After you said those words that trampled on women’s dignity, I’ve lost all respect for you. No matter what great achievements you make, your character is lacking.”
Freya’s smile faltered, and she struggled to maintain it. “Hah! Now you’re attacking my character. It seems you do care, after all. Why else would you be so sharp-tongued?”
She raised her chin defiantly.
“And another thing! Do you dare to claim that you didn’t come to the battlefield to overshadow me? Your intentions are unworthy! You entered the battlefield with personal motives and no true loyalty to defend the nation. In that regard, you will never compare to me!”
Sophie held her Rose Spear with casual elegance. She threw Freya a fleeting smile, and left with a parting shot.
“Being overly narcissistic is a sickness. You should see a physician to check for anything wrong with your head.”
“What?!” Freya was enraged and embarrassed. She screamed at Sophie’s retreating figure, “Are you saying otherwise?”
Sophie didn’t turn around or offer a reply. Her silhouette stretched in the firelight as she leaped gracefully into the air, soaring towards the city tower. Her form was swift as an eagle. As she neared the city tower, she ascended easily and landed atop it.
She glanced back towards the open field, where the cracks were still clearly visible.
Indeed; with poor character, one might as well be blind.
Sophie retrieved an arrow from the city wall soldiers, and shot it with a flick of her wrist. It sliced through the air, and landed precisely in the middle of the cracks. Then, she sent a message with her inner force. [From here, the cracks are still quite clear. Are your eyes failing you?]
Her effortless Lightfoot Skill and the accurate shot left both Blake and Freya stunned. When Michael challenged her, the couple had been standing where she had, and they hadn’t noticed the cracks on the ground.
They weren’t blind-they were simply inferior to Sophie in every aspect.
Freya trembled all over, clutching Blake tightly, tears welling in her eyes. “Blake, you won’t despise me, will you?”
Blake gazed at the spot where Sophie’s figure had disappeared from the city tower, but he didn’t turn away. He forced a bitter smile on his lips, and tightened his embrace. “No.”
Freya buried her face in his chest, crying softly. “She… She just comes from a better background than I do.”
Blake’s arms fell to his sides. He no longer held her, his heart growing cold.