Each clash would illuminate the vast, endless clouds with dazzling light.
And at the center of the battlefield, Asksan quickly noticed something was wrong.
"Sigrid, how did you become so strong?"
Asksan was certain that Sigrid had become much stronger compared to their last encounter, a speed of strength enhancement that defied logic.
For now, he couldn't concern himself with the sealer whose face bore black markings of the curse mark and seemed not to have any intention of intervening yet.
Sigrid encountered him here and had no intention of fleeing; she genuinely wanted to decide a victory or defeat with him.
"You're really hard to kill, aren't you."
Sigrid's hands were bare, with no weapon at all, and for her, no matter the level, magic equipment was no match for the power of her own body. Each punch she delivered thundered like a mighty storm, sweeping away massive streams of air and forming terrifying wind pressure.
