There once existed a man who dedicated all his life to the sword, with a single and earnest wish. That wish stemmed from his tragic upbringing, a small villager who could never imagine he'd one day reach the pinnacle of strength.
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Velvet's pupils shrank the moment she saw Zwei's blades and instinctively raised both arms to block the blow.
"Hah!" Zwei sneered with a deformed grin.
Clang!
At first, sparks shone from her black and violet dragon scales, holding her hands tight as she poured energy into her muscles. Velvet's body visibly swelled as she gathered as much strength as possible in her upper thighs, as she clenched her tight buttocks.
"Cocky, bastard!"
'His aura is like a damn saw!"
"Worthless, Lizard."
Velvet's eyes narrowed, angered by his sneer. Noone could insult, tease or mock her, but her husband. She couldn't stand such a thing and immediately thrust up against the heavy blades with both arms.
His golden aura sank into her scales with a low crack.
