Chapter 798: Chapter 12 Are You Up to It, Freya? Chapter 798: Chapter 12 Are You Up to It, Freya? High in the sky.

Seeing the familiar gold-red streak of light rising from the Asa camp and circling in front of her before flying off into the distance, Freya understood the signal and chased after it on horseback.

As she arrived at a desolate open area, Luo En turned his head back and his eyes revealed a trace of amazement.

At this moment, Freya, with feathers adorning her silver helmet and wearing a blood-red slim-fitting battle dress, held a small round shield in one hand and the invincible Golden Sword in the other. Riding a small valiant white-winged Pegasus and boasting a beautiful countenance with a stern demeanor, she looked the very image of a rose on the battlefield.

Luo En raised his hand slightly and summoned the Fiery Flame Demon Sword from the Magic Circle Diagram, teasingly speaking up,
“You dare to follow? Quite brave. You got away last time, but you may not be so lucky this time.”

“Hmph, it’s not certain who will win yet!”

Freya responded with a cold laugh, her eyes full of defiance, clearly not reconciled to her previous defeat.

The two locked eyes from across the space, and without another word, they both brandished their swords at each other.

Freya’s swordsmanship was sharp and full of vigor, her Sword of Victory brought forth endless golden waves with its auto-targeting function, creating the feeling of crushing force from all directions that made one feel tiny like being on the vast ocean.

Luo En raised the fiery Fiery Flame Demon Sword, thrusting, poking, piercing, and sweeping with ease, much like an oar of a boat, seemingly fragile and small, yet always capable of splitting waves, carrying his small vessel upstream.

Seeing her opponent’s carefree demeanor sparked the pride in Freya’s heart, and she immediately gritted her teeth, increasing the tempo of her assault tenfold. Divine Power rushed out like a tidal wave, inciting an even greater blanket of golden waves, hoping to obliterate the “small boat” at the center of the storm.

Luo En, faced with the intense onslaught, continued lifting, swinging, blocking, and counterattacking calmly.

In the heat of battle, his swordsmanship had reached near perfection; each move was made with precision, with no Divine Power wasted.

However, seeing her attacks failing to prevail, Freya grew more impatient.

Faster!

Even faster!

Let’s see how long you can block!

The Valkyrie, desperate for victory, pushed her speed and Divine Power to the limit, even sacrificing her below-saddle Pegasus that was slightly slowing her down.

No matter how she changed her tactics or burst forth with power, the Golden Sword’s edge could never breach the three-foot radius around her opponent.

It was as if there was an unbreakable bronze wall and iron barricade in that place, easily blocking the wind from all sides.

Watching the sweat beads form on Freya’s forehead, Luo En “kindly” suggested,
“Can you handle this? Do you want to stop for a breath?”

Hearing these seemingly caring but actually mocking words made Freya’s blood rush to her head,
“You bastard…”

However, in the moment she spoke, the breath that had been consistent with her swordsmanship faltered.

Opportunity!

Luo En’s eyes narrowed, and the Fiery Flame Demon Sword in his hand shot out a hundred feet of overpowering light.

Sensing the terrifying Divinity contained within, Freya’s face changed dramatically, hastily holding the Sword of Victory across her chest to block.

But the saying goes that the overly rigid is easily broken.

Her prior relentless attacks had left her emergency contingencies full of gaps, and the hastily gathered Divine Power was no match for the long-planned flame light.

“Boom!”

In the thundering roar, the auroras collided, the scorching flames shattered the endless golden waves around, nearly evaporating the entire ocean.

“Bang!”

The Sword of Victory flew out of Freya’s hand, and her body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, her once delicate face turning a sickly pallor as a trickle of gold-red Divine Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Feeling the intruding fire Divine Power ravenously ravaging her Divinity and life force, Freya barely flapped her wings to stabilize herself, attempting to fly towards the Warner Divine Race camp.

Once there, the Life Field built by the Warner Divine Race would help her recover quickly.

However, this all too obvious intent couldn’t escape Luo En’s notice.

Or rather, he had purposefully led and controlled the entire situation from the start.

Thus, almost the moment Freya conceived this thought, two crescent-shaped sharp sword lights sliced through the air, severing the swan wings fluttering behind her.

“Ooh!”

Freya let out a stifled grunt, communicating with her senses; her body uncontrollably crashed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Just as she had managed to steady her spirit and climb out of the deep pit, a dark red greatsword appeared through the smoke at lightning speed, resting on her fair neck:
“General, don’t move.”

Luo En opened his mouth with a smile, the sword’s edge approaching Freya’s vulnerable throat a few inches closer, forcing the Valkyrie to lower her arm that had sought to recall the Sword of Victory and honestly acknowledge her status as a defeated prisoner.

Looking at that resentful and pretty face, Luo En couldn’t help but shake his head internally.

Silly child, did you think your defeats were just flukes?

By daring to leave the Life Field of the Warner Divine Race and challenge me to a duel, you already lost the initiative; and it took barely any provocation to lose control of your temper, throwing off your rhythm of attack… These negative factors combined, you don’t stand a chance.

You can’t beat me with brute strength, and you can’t outsmart me either.

So, no matter how many times, you will always be the loser.

Musing to himself for a moment, Luo En used the sword’s tip to lift the chin of his defeated opponent, opening his mouth in mockery: