The middle-aged man frowned.

"My hands were severely frostbitten a long time ago..."

A vast expanse of white snow appeared in front of Miranda's eyes.

"When you recover, you will lose most of your sense of touch and pain." Miranda said calmly, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her:

"I can neither practice nor use the most exquisite and unpredictable swordsmanship - at the beginning, I couldn't even lift a teacup."

"No matter how terrible the pain caused by your power, my hands cannot feel it."

"And your aggressive finishing power, faced with my hands that have been numb for many years," Miranda slowly raised the sword, her hands trembling slightly visibly: "What can you do?"

silence.

Soon, the middle-aged man looked at Miranda's hands with shock in his eyes.

Those hands...

Those hands holding the sword...

Actually...

No pain and no way to touch?

The middle-aged man looked at Miranda with eyes full of pity.

and admiration.

"A pair of hands without touch can actually hold a sword?" He said slowly, but his voice was full of admiration.

This young girl…

In order for a pair of hands without feeling to be able to hold the hilt of the sword, I had to swing it in the air tens of thousands of times, and I must have gone through a lot of pain.

"So, you were taught the Pegasus Movement. Of course, this is also the finishing power that is most suitable for you." The middle-aged man nodded, with affirmation and excitement in his eyes: "Abandon the feeling in your hands, ignore the specific sword moves,

Instead, follow the rhythm of the battle and leave the sword to your own observation, cognition and judgment - your teacher must be a genius."

Miranda didn't speak, she just stared at her gloved hands.

"Please forgive me for being disrespectful before." The middle-aged man put his sword behind his back and bowed respectfully to Miranda with the most standard swordsman etiquette: "You are a swordsman worthy of admiration..."

"My lord Salander Clay, as the sword of end inherited from outside the tower, it is truly an honor for me to fight against you."

Miranda also put away her sword and returned the gift expressionlessly:

"Miranda Allender, the chief 'seed' of Tower of the End issue 134... In view of what you did to the right hand of one of my friends, please forgive me that it is difficult for me to say, 'It is also an honor for me to fight against you.'

"

Clay smiled slightly: "Right hand, right?"

The two of them straightened up, and the swords reappeared at their sides.

The next moment, the two figures approached again!

"Clang! Clang!"

Clay's sharp sword and Miranda's clever figure were moving back and forth on this small ground!

Within ten seconds, Miranda once again dodged the enemy's four deadly swords and counterattacked at the most critical moment.

Blood flowed from Miranda's right waist, ear and Clay's left forearm.

"It's really impressive." Clay opened the distance between the two and sighed: "Given time, you will definitely reach the extreme level."

Miranda nodded, accepting the other person's approval.

No matter how fast you are - Miranda thought to herself: you cannot omit the process of drawing the sword. With the process, there will be a rhythm of high and low, movement and stillness.

There will be flaws that can be grasped and broken.

"And I can see it," Miranda observed the enemy carefully while keeping distance, and said calmly: "What you call the 'touch of greed', that kind of endless and continuous riot characteristic..."

The middle-aged man Clay was slightly startled.

Miranda showed an affirmative look:

"It must be the 'Glory of the Stars'!"

In Clay's surprised eyes, Miranda said confidently: "Sorry, I'm too familiar with this kind of ending power..."

The scene in the Tower of the End appeared before her eyes, with the figure of Cohen holding his red and swollen arms crying bitterly.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"I really admire your observation skills, but that's not all," Clay shook his head and chuckled:

"The 'Touch of Greed' is not the 'Glory of the Stars'," in Miranda's strange eyes, Clay put the sword back to his waist: "If you must say it, it is an enhanced version of the 'Glory of the Stars' outside the tower.

"

Doubts arose in Miranda's mind.

Brilliant among the stars...

Enhanced version?

Are you referring to that violent characteristic?

so.

The final power of the Sword of Disaster is based on the original final power...

"There are still thirty seconds," Clay sighed: "Forget it, there's not enough time."

Miranda looked at him in surprise.

"See you later," Clay nodded lightly: "Chief, your hands are numb."

Miranda gritted her teeth and took two steps forward: "Wait!"

Clay turned around and punched the wall next to him!

"boom!"

As the dust flew, his figure disappeared from Miranda's sight.

At this moment, the patrol team's voice came from outside the alley: "It's near here... I suspect that someone is chasing for no reason and illegally fighting with weapons! What was that sound just now?"

Miranda, who couldn't stop coughing due to the dust, stared at the direction Clay was leaving, punched the wall unwillingly, sheathed her sword and left amid the sound of people getting closer and closer.

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"Ding!"

Just when Cohen's sword was about to penetrate the young man's throat, a sword came from the air and blocked the security officer's stabbing sword out of thin air.

Cohen turned around sharply and faced the newcomer with his back to the setting sun.

But the newcomer's sword caught Cohen's full attention.

It was a sword with a medium length blade, an extremely thin blade, and a black weighted ball on the hilt.

A round hole is drilled into the sword's guard, just enough for the user to insert his index finger.

Cohen's pupils shrank!

He recognized this sword.

He was really familiar with this sword.

I am also too familiar with... the owner of this sword.

"Why don't you get out of here?" The newcomer said in a bright voice to the young man with the Sword of Disaster: "Go find your teacher."

The young man covered in wounds climbed up in embarrassment and limped away into the alley.

But Cohen ignored it.

He stared at the newcomer with wide eyes and disbelief.

From the moment he met this person, he didn't want to care about anything else.

"Why are you here?" Cohen swallowed hard and asked in the most unbelievable tone of surprise.

"And you...what are you doing?" Cohen's eyebrows struggled as he looked at the newcomer in front of him.

"What are you doing?" The newcomer snorted, moved his steps, and approached him.

"Before you idiots mess everything up," the newcomer said calmly, revealing a pair of dark red eyes in the dark, "Come and stop you."

"or……"

Newcomers step out of the shadows of the alley.

"Kill you?"

At the same time as Cohen's former terminal tower, Raphael Lindbergh, an active member of the Kingdom's secret department, was holding a sword in his left hand, blinking a pair of dark red eyes, looking at his former friend, Cohen Kara, with a smile.
Chapter completed!