With Yana's strength and her all-out strike, that weapon should have been pierced straight through. Even hardened steel should have been punctured by her stab. Yet the sensation that traveled back up her arm made her wrist go numb with pain.

That alone told her the greatsword was anything but ordinary. Her excitement surged. If it were truly a rare weapon, it would make a fine offering to Marshall.

Spinning like a top, Yana launched a storm of relentless attacks.

Andrew stepped back again and again, retreating with every move. The massive greatsword in his hands was clearly unwieldy in close combat. It looked as though he could only block, with no chance to counterattack at all.

Yana's dagger struck thousands of times, sparks bursting each time it collided with the greatsword. A cold, mocking smile spread across her face as she sneered inwardly that Andrew was nothing special.

She drove him back without pause, leaving him unable to strike back.

She planned to subdue Andrew by her