Countless crystal-clear shards of ice fell from the sky, reflecting the faces of the people in the arena like a beautiful rain. The duel field fell silent, and Orianna stood there dazedly holding the gradually calming Holy Sword. It took her a while to gradually comprehend the situation before she yelled, "Mr. Mo—!"
The dust and Ice Crystals gradually dispersed, and another figure emerged from the dust. His once majestic golden armor was mostly destroyed, and even the helmet was shattered, revealing his face.
"You see, guarding peace and battling are never contradictory."
Mo Yuankai carelessly took off his helmet and walked up to the female knight, patting her head.
"To protect everyone and oneself, one needs to wield a sword, right?"
He smiled as brightly as ever, his expression showing none of the sharpness from before, just like the first time they had met.
