**Elizabeth's POV**

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Two huge bodies rushed toward each other. I could even feel the ground shaking.

The two swords clashed together with a heart-pounding sound. Elroy's strength was obviously not as great as that of the warrior. His sword was pressed lower and lower by his opponent.

But Elroy remembered what I had told him earlier: Don't compare strength with your opponent.

He spun outward on his toes, then deliberately tilted his sword downward. As the warrior stumbled, he slashed his palm.

Elroy tried to get the warrior's sword off, but the warrior was apparently not the inexperienced Princess Shirley. The warrior took a few steps back at once...