Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Elena’s POV
Glenda was now more visibly enraged as her eyes were bloodshot, menacingly glaring at me with her chest rising and falling heavily that synced with her flaring nostril.
She bent down and grabbed her fallen dagger with her lands tightening around its handle so hard that her knuckles had turned white.
The crowd that had been momentarily silent had come back to life, the ground being divided between those who were now cheering for me and others who remained in Glenda’s support.
“Come on, General Glenda, you can do this! Don’t go easy on her!”
“She just got lucky, General Glenda. Don’t mind her!”
Hearing their cheers, Glenda swiveled the dagger around her hand, gaining another wave of confidence.
Meanwhile, another warrior shouted in the background, “Luck? Come on, are you blind? Didn’t you see the control Luna Elena has?”
“Yeah! That control is outstanding; must have taken a lot of training.”
“She’s making General Glenda look like a rookie!”
The chatters continued, and every second wasted listening to them, the more Glenda’s angst intensified.
“A rookie… Don’t rejoice yet, Elena. I’ll show you why I’m the first female general, not you…” With that, she rushed in toward me with desperation and determination.
However, the anger and envy that built up on her seemed to make her movements even sloppier than they were earlier.
She threw another strike at me, but it was easier to defend myself right now. It didn’t even make me blink as I blocked her attack by holding her wrist that was holding the knife.
Twisting it a bit, she dropped her knife again.
She gritted her teeth and didn’t give up. Instead, she raised her other arm and attempted to claw me, but I blocked it again with my other hand. Shifting my body, I bent down and pulled her with my back, making her roll from my back and drop hard onto the ground.
Moving with agility, she swiveled her body and stood up. Extending both her claws, she paid no more attention to her dagger and started moving faster, aiming to scratch me as she swung her hands one after another.
Though her speed doubled up, her aim wasn’t as accurate as she looked like she was now blindingly attacking, with only hopes that at least one of her attacks would scratch me.
I was in the middle of accurately blocking all her attacks when I caught a glimpse of Prince Deacon looking at me. Meeting my eyes, he discreetly nodded his head with narrowed eyes.
Inwardly sighing, I gave him an understanding nod as a silent reply that I’d end it already as he wanted.
“What an impatient man.”
With that, I dropped the stick I was holding and bent down to avoid all her attacks above my waist before I took a side step and kicked her on her ankle with precision, knocking her down to the ground.
It wasn’t enough to break her ankle, but I made sure it was enough to make it hurt like hell for her, at least for a
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She clenched down in pain, holding her ankle and gasping for breath from exhaustion as she gave me a side glance for detest.
As it was the unmistakable mark of the end, I approached her and stood in front of her, gazing at her nonchalantly as I spoke, “I think this ends it.”
“You think you’re better than me? This… this doesn’t prove anything,” she denied between her gasp for air.
I shook my head and mentally slapped my forehead at her stubbornness. It couldn’t be more evident that she lost; still, she couldn’t swallow her ego and had the pride of an eagle.
Nodding at her, I stepped back and picked up the stick Prince Deacon gave me before calmly saying, “I don’t have to prove anything. You did that yourself.”
Turning my head, I gaze at Pricne Deacon, who now has a small smile on his lips.
Nodding his head, he stood up and entered the combat area.
“I guess that ends that battle, and it’s as clear as day who the winner is,” he casually stated as he approached us and watched Glenda slowly getting up to her feet, scowling and angst in her eyes.
Standing in the middle, he cleared his throat and took everyone’s attention..
Everyone kept silent and focused on him to listen.
His eyes wandered as he spoke, “Let this be a reminder to each and every one of you, warriors… strength doesn’t come from lineage or reputation…. It comes from discipline and skill.”
Glenda, being a reckless woman, couldn’t help herself and let out a scoff, which was heard by everyone.
Prince Deacon’s ears flickered, and his eyes narrowed. He immediately gazed back at Glenda, continuing with a stern voice, “…and respect!”
