The blades clashed with a resounding crash, the sword edges tugging back and forth between the strong and weak blade, scattering a trail of sparks.
The oak shield alternated between thrusting forward and avoiding blocks from the side.
In front of the church courtyard, Danji and Jeanne each wielded an armed sword and an oak shield, engaging in tense swordsmanship attack and defense.
On the balcony of the second floor, Jia Li sat on the window ledge, swinging her legs and munching on an apple, watching the intricate duel.
"Cing——"
In the intense clang of metal, Danji suddenly charged forward, his figure surprisingly leaving a trail of afterimages.
The oak shield in his hand pressed against Jeanne's arm, positioning him on her right side, the longsword passing over her arm, almost grazing the armor on her abdomen.
