The dagger Berfin held at shoulder height was blocked by Han's dagger. So when she swung the other dagger she held close to her belly towards Han's belly, the fight began.
How powerful an attack can a protection dagger make? Of course, Han easily dodged it, but in the meantime, the daggers on top separated from each other. When Berfin's dagger gained independence, it joined the attack.
She was making rapid attacks with both of her daggers and pushing Han back. It seemed like she had the upper hand in the fight. If she pressed a little more, she would definitely hit him, but so far she had not been able to hit Han even once in her attacks.
When her daggers did not work, she unexpectedly threw a powerful kick from below towards Han's legs. She wanted Han to stumble and, if possible, fall to the ground. Even if he did not fall, there would definitely be an opening. But it did not happen as she thought.
Han raised his foot and parried the kick. When the kick that was thrown in vain caused Berfin's body to turn sideways, Han turned in the exact opposite direction and struck Berfin in the back with the blunt-tipped dagger in his right hand.
The blow he received from his back sent Berfin staggering and forward. She almost fell to the ground. She was about to fall to the ground a few steps ahead, but she had difficulty stopping herself. She quickly turned towards Han, ignoring the pain in her back, and took guard in case Han took advantage of the situation.
Han had hit her in the back with the sharp side of the dagger. If it was a real dagger, it would definitely be stuck in her back. The kick she threw to create an opening nearly spelled her end. Fortunately, these training weapons do not cause any injuries other than fractures and bruises.
Berfin narrowly escaped the attack on her back. Now, as she glared at Han, she thought that this beet-faced man was stronger than she thought. She should have knocked her out at least once by now, but it didn't happen. He's very lucky.
She should have tried other methods. Another, more different. Once she found the method, she quickly rushed forward and began making piercing attacks towards Han's chest.
The new attack style was putting pressure on Han, but it still couldn't be said that he was successful. Berfin was getting angry. Han seemed to be easily countering every attack. Can my attacks be countered so easily? How's that... Are you kidding me?
Although the fight that passed with Berfin's attacks and Han's defenses was a visual feast for the audience, Berfin was not happy with it. She couldn't hit Han even once. She got angry as she couldn't hit him. As she got angrier, she increased her attack speed.
Like two rivals who could not be defeated, they were unable to gain the upper hand over each other. When the attack on Han's chest failed, she attacked her stomach. When that too was unsuccessful, she moved to the sides and tried to attack from the side, but she could not establish the control she wanted.
Finally, Berfin stopped attacking and took a few steps back. It was as if she was telling her opponent that it was now your turn to attack. But what she did would be engraved in her memory as a big mistake that would lead to her end.
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Berfin's retreat had relieved Han a little. Berfin's strength was nothing compared to her mother's, but her speed was many times superior to hers. Since Han couldn't defeat her mother in terms of strength, he had dedicated himself to becoming fast. Now, this speed fight with Berfin made him feel like he was training.
He had paid close attention to Berfin at first. Since he had tasted a woman's strength firsthand, he had thought that Berfin would be at the same level of strength, but Berfin wasn't as strong as he had expected. Despite this, she was extremely fast. She could fight almost as fast as himself.
Han couldn't remember anyone who could match himself speed. It was good for him to face a fighter as fast as himself. His body remembered some of the reflexes he had forgotten. It was like training, but when Berfin stopped attacking and retreated, his training ended.
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Pal Padraig, who was watching the fight from the sidelines, realized that the fight was about to end when he saw Han getting serious. He had already realized when he first saw him that this boy was a better fighter than Berfin.
He made Han a rival to Berfin so that his impertinent granddaughter would come to his senses a little. But he didn't know if Han was any different from the others. Still, it was worth a try. He thought, "If he's not any different, he won't have anything to do with me either."
Berfin was constantly beating the soldiers under her command. She had no idea what a real fight was like. It's not like the soldiers under her command would disobey their commander. Besides, who would dare to raise their hand against a beautiful girl?
Berfin thought that all her victories were due to the traps she set. The opponent was surprised and he didn't know what to do. Berfin was beating everyone who came and went thanks to her traps. With every win, her ego grew. She thought herself the invincible one of the squadron. But now the truth was about to come out.
Even though Pal Padraig felt sorry for his granddaughter, he knew that this fight would be a turning point for his granddaughter. Like the first flight of young birds… Pal Padraig had thrown his granddaughter, who thought he knew how to flap his wings, out of the nest…
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While all his attention was on Berfin, Han opened his arms to both sides and dropped the curved dagger in his left hand to the ground. As the dagger fell to the ground, Berfin involuntarily looked at it. When the dagger fell to the ground and raised a light dust from the ground, Han made his move.
The third movement of the north wind… First it jumped to the right. Then, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he lunged towards Berfin. Berfin barely countered the attack coming towards his shoulder, but Han had passed by Berfin and reached the blind spot behind him.
Without waiting, he jumped towards Berfin again, this time giving all his strength to the dagger in his hand. Just as Berfin was able to turn her head towards Han, who was standing behind her, she saw the attack on her neck. She reflexively raised her daggers, but was unable to resist Han's strength.
She was thrown back by the blow she received and rolled several times. Her arms were aching from the impact. When she stood up with her hand on the ground, Han was right under her nose. She wanted to take cover immediately, but Han swung his curved dagger and hit the dagger in Berfin's hand, knocking it dropped.
When Berfin raised her other dagger to defend herself, Han moved immediately and grabbed Berfin's arm with his left hand, not allowing her to raise the dagger. He was looking into Berfin's eyes as if to say, "I am victorious," but Berfin's punch to his jaw brought him back to his senses.
He quickly pulled the arm he was holding back and delivered a hard knee blow to Berin's stomach. When Berfin leaned forward, he hit her at the base of her neck with the hilt of his dagger. At the same moment, Pal Padraig's loud voice was heard as Berfin fainted.
- STOP! THAT'S ENOUGH. The winner has been appear.
Berfin fainted after Han hit him, but she didn't fall to the ground because Han held her arm. The soldiers watched what was happening without making any noise. How can these soldiers who are fighting among themselves see the truth? But Pal Padraig was not like them.
He knew the fight was over the moment Han grabbed his granddaughter's arm. After the blow to Berfin's neck, he stopped the fight to prevent Han from harming his granddaughter any further.
Hearing Pal Padraig's voice, Han stopped fighting but did not let go of Berfin's arm. If he did, Berfin would fall to the ground. He lifted the arm he was holding into the air, pulled it towards him and hugged Berfin from the waist. Then he picked her up and brought her to Pal Padraig who was waiting outside the railings.
When Pal Padraig pointed to Eren, he put Berfin in Eren's arms. Then he went back and collected the daggers that had fallen into the arena. In the meantime, Pal Padraig was checking his granddaughter's health.
Fortunately, Berfin was wearing the four-eyed bear's skin that he had given her as a gift. Thanks to this hide, she survived the blow to her back with minimal damage. Now they would just have to wait for her to sober up.
A little later, Han collected the daggers and came to them.
- Tolgaran, take the daggers. (He turned to Eren, then to Han) Eren... And you, young man, are coming with me.
While Eren was following his grandfather with Berfin in his arms, Han went after them…