"Tell me, if we had fought just now, could the two of us combined have beaten five of them?"

Draven approached Darius and asked softly.

The woman called him a beast, but he didn't talk back. In fact, to put it bluntly, she was afraid of getting beaten.

After all, Draven is in the arena business, and he knows what the word Fiona means in this circle.

In Demacia, where individual soldiers are extremely powerful, she is one of the best.

Draven is not a pushover and will run away if he can't be beaten, but this is his life creed.

His and Darius' beliefs are completely different. The brothers are really two different people.

After hearing Draven's words, a trace of solemnity flashed across Darius's face.

When she passed by, Darius smelled the strong breath.

The extremely dangerous aura of a strong man

"In the duel field, she wins and I lose; on the battlefield, I die and she dies."

After much hesitation, Darius spat out.

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I'm really no swordswoman, but Fiona is really, really powerful.

Darius and Fiona would definitely be beaten while hanging in a duel, but on the battlefield, Darius could fight to the death. With his rich combat experience and unyielding will, he might be able to trade death for death.

To die together with Fiona.

But put it in the arena, 1V1 anywhere

There are really not many ordinary people in this world who can defeat Sword Lady. After all, she is the strongest person certified by Jax himself.

The following is an excerpt from the weapon master's personal story "One Man Stands the Gate"

"Who else?"

"And me," a woman said. She got off the gelding at the end of the bridge. The horse was covered with sweat, and her cloak was also covered with dust. It seemed that she had ridden a hard journey. She was wearing a

A breastplate of silver steel, and a long-edged rapier stored in a scabbard at the hip.

She walked through the men on the bridge and strode towards him. Her movements were light and effortless, with absolute balance and extreme self-confidence. Her appearance was thin and noble, with a few strands of scarlet hidden in her dark hair. Her eyes

Indifferent and indifferent, all you can find in it is death.

"Who are you?" Jax was very curious.

"I am Fiona of the Laurent family," she said, drawing out her weapon, a dueling saber, the perfect blade flashing with cold light. "And, this is my bridge."

Jax grinned behind his mask.
Chapter completed!