If this had hit her squarely, let alone a small Valkyrie like her, even an S-rank Valkyrie would probably have kicked the bucket on the spot!
The bone-chilling cold was not coming from the environment for the first time, but from the bottom of her heart.
This level of power was completely beyond her perception of "strength," and it didn't even... seem like something that should exist in this world.
She shuddered violently, scrambling to hide behind the massive block of ice formed by the "iceberg javelin" against the wall.
The solid ice radiated bone-piercing cold, but it also temporarily provided a small shelter.
She cautiously poked her head out from the edge of the ice, looking with lingering fear toward the White-haired Man, preparing to welcome the next wave of deadly attacks.
However, the anticipated pursuit did not come.
She saw that the White-haired Man had turned around at some point, facing another direction in the training room.
And in that direction, another person had appeared out of nowhere.
A girl with grey hair and golden eyes, also holding a baseball bat, with no expression on her face—Stelle.
Stelle's state was also quite strange.
One second she was still in the room, her consciousness blurred from being slapped by March 7th, and the next second, the familiar sense of detachment and weightlessness arrived, and she was standing in this pure white training space again, facing that familiar, ridiculously powerful white-haired opponent.
Unlike the first time when she was caught off guard and in a panic, this time Stelle entered the state almost instantly.
Although the question "Why again" flashed through her mind, her body had already acted one step ahead.
Facing the strike that Kevin swung without mercy, she shifted her steps, slightly turned her body, and the baseball bat in her hand swept up at a clever angle.
"Clang!"
Sparks flew everywhere.
Stelle steadily parried the strike. Although her arms were also numb from the vibration, compared to the dishevelled state of the first time, she was already much more composed.
She didn't try to speak—past experience told her that in this space, language seemed meaningless, and the other party couldn't hear it either.
The only rule here seemed to be "battle."
And Stelle did not dislike battle.
Especially fighting against an opponent far stronger than herself. Although she was beaten quite badly every time, that feeling of struggling on the edge of life and death, squeezing out every ounce of potential, and intuitively feeling her combat techniques and reaction speed improving rapidly...
Made her feel a strange sense of "satisfaction."
Here, the pain of injury was greatly reduced, but the experience and muscle memory gained were incomparably real.
Therefore, the moment she dodged Kevin's strike, Stelle's eyes changed.
In her golden eyes, a small cluster of focused and intense flames ignited.
She twisted her wrist to dissipate the force, pushed off the ground, and lunged back like a hunting cheetah. The baseball bat tore through the air with a whistling sound, actively launching a counterattack against Kevin!
Kevin's ice-blue eyes brightened slightly.
Yes, that's it.
Compared to that weak "simulation" from just now who could only run and scream, this grey-haired "old rival" was much more valuable.
Her learning speed was shockingly fast, her combat instincts were extremely excellent, and every exchange brought new fun.
He no longer paid attention to Kiana hiding behind the ice, focusing all his attention on Stelle.
The baseball bat seemed to have life in his hands; every strike was concise, efficient, sharp, and contained hard-forged killing techniques.
And Stelle was like a parched sponge, crazily absorbing all of this, from barely parrying at first, to gradually being able to predict some of the attack trajectories, and even occasionally landing a few counterattacks that were quite threatening.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Boom!"
The sound of metal collisions, the crisp sound of ice cones shattering...
Interwove into a violent symphony in the empty training room.
The figures of the two fighting were as fast as ghosts, the stirred-up airflow blowing the dust on the ground everywhere.
From time to time, stray ice crystals or shockwaves swept across the surroundings, leaving new marks on the walls and the ground.
Kiana hid behind the giant ice block, covering her ears tightly with both hands, only daring to reveal half her face, staring dumbfounded at this "battle of gods" that was completely beyond her comprehension.
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