“Oh, what a big show of bravado!” Kerry scoffed as he watched the small figure brandishing a giant sword, ready to fight. His contempt was palpable.
Busca smirked coldly. “My son isn’t like Quinn and Lock. He’s a middle-level swordsman. You think you can intimidate a girl with that oversized weapon?”
“Let’s see if you can handle the weight of my sword!” Debbie shouted, her determination shining through.
The crowd around them began to grasp the situation. Busca’s disregard for Anthony’s magical lodge was well-known, especially after the death of George. It seemed that Busca had finally decided to take action, dragging his son into the fray.
“Busca is such a bully,” a bystander murmured.
“Isn’t there a magician apprentice in Anthony’s Magic shop?”
“Martin? He’s a dullard. I heard he can only manage simple spells like [dust removal] and [breeze]. What good is he now?”
“Busca is taking it too far. Doesn’t the city owner care about this?”
“What can he do? I heard that to cover Old George’s funeral expenses, Debbie had to borrow five silver coins from Busca and used the magical lodge as collateral. If she can’t pay it back, the lodge is Busca’s,” another resident added, shaking his head. “It’s shameless!”
“There’s a binding contract, so Busca has the right to the lodge… but I doubt the city government will intervene,” someone else sighed.
“If Busca gets away with this, I’ll never shop at his store again,” another said defiantly.
The onlookers continued to murmur, but they were just ordinary townsfolk, powerless to intervene. Busca had brought his fourth-order swordsman son, and the townspeople knew they couldn’t compete with that kind of power.
As the chatter continued, Busca whispered something to Kerry, who then drew his long sword with a flourish.
The swordsman’s arsenal consisted of various types of blades: short swords, long swords, fine swords, medium-sized swords, great swords, and giant swords. After reaching senior level, swordsmen specialized in their respective weapons. Debbie wielded a giant sword, while Kerry had a long sword, setting the stage for their confrontation.
Kerry’s long sword gleamed in the sunlight, polished to a shine, giving off an intimidating aura. With a sneer, he pointed it at Debbie. “Let’s play, shall we? I’ve always wanted to spar with a ‘great swordsman’!”
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“Bring it on!” Debbie shot back, her resolve unwavering as she charged at Kerry, her giant sword raised high.
The clash of metal rang out as the giant sword met the long sword, sending sparks flying. Debbie stumbled back a few steps, but Kerry remained unfazed, pressing the attack.
Each strike from Kerry was precise and quick, forcing Debbie onto the defensive. She struggled to hold her ground, retreating under the relentless onslaught. The long sword’s speed and agility were overwhelming, and she found it difficult to create any openings for her counterattacks.
Kerry’s taunts fueled the crowd’s excitement. “Is that all you’ve got? I thought great swordsmen could handle a little pressure!”
Martin, watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of anxiety. He reached into his bag, preparing to throw a few magical scrolls if the situation escalated.
“Don’t hold back, Kerry! Finish her!” Busca shouted, his eyes gleaming with malice.
“Debbie, just forget about me! Do what you have to do!” Martin yelled, desperate for his friend’s safety.
“The fourth-order swordsman is too fast. Your magic won’t reach him in time!” Martin’s heart raced as he watched Debbie stumble back, her back against the steps of the magical lodge.
Then, with a sudden burst of energy, Debbie declared, “Don’t worry! I still have a trick up my sleeve!”
“A trick?” Martin echoed, confused.
“When I visited Busca’s store last time, I didn’t want to break anything, so I held back. Now, I don’t care about that!” she exclaimed, her confidence returning. She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, taking a deep breath. “Watch this, my ultimate move!”
As she spun her body, the giant sword blurred into motion, creating a whirlwind of steel around her. The centrifugal force made her seem like a spinning top, the blade whirling dangerously close to Kerry.
“Is that supposed to do something?” Martin wondered, sweat dripping down his brow.
In that moment, the crowd gasped as Kerry’s previous confidence faltered. His attacks were deflected with ease, and he stepped back, unsure of how to counter the whirlwind of steel.
“Come on, Kerry! Attack!” Busca yelled, frustration evident in his voice.
Kerry, gritting his teeth, lunged forward, trying to find an opening. He slashed three times at Debbie, but each strike was met with a resounding clang, the giant sword bouncing off without leaving a mark.
Before he could react, Debbie surged forward, the momentum of her spinning attack propelling her toward him.
“Whoa—” Kerry cried out as the giant sword made contact, the impact resonating through the air. The magical runes on his armor flared to life, absorbing some of the blow, but it wasn’t enough. He stumbled back, crashing into Busca’s carriage with a loud crash, wood splintering around him as the vehicle fell apart.
“Get out of the way!” the panicked groom shouted, leaping to safety. The horses bolted, spooked by the chaos.
Debbie stood still, breathless and wide-eyed, as the crowd fell silent. The second-order swordsman had knocked down a fourth-order swordsman with her unconventional technique.
“Debbie, he’s not seriously hurt, is he?” Martin rushed to her side, concern etched on his face.
“I know, but… look at this !” Debbie exclaimed, caught up in the moment, her excitement suddenly turning to embarrassment.
With that, she lost her composure, doubling over as she spat out the remnants of her lunch from the previous day.
The crowd around them stared, caught between shock and laughter, unsure how to react.
“Debbie!” Martin laughed, shaking his head. “Maybe take a moment to breathe?”
Debbie, still recovering from her earlier exertion, managed a sheepish grin. “Alright, but let’s finish this!”