There had been duels, and more duels.

She gripped a wooden sword, and she discarded broken wooden swords onto the ground.

By now, Iria had discarded dozens. Over the past two days, she had fought an incredible number of duels.

'So, that’s the end of the small fry.'

Iria exhaled softly, having just defeated her 63rd student. The one-sided violence that had masqueraded as a duel had ended.

Her duels had been shocking in many ways.

Her combat style was brute force and intense. There was no finesse or complicated technique in Iria’s movements.

She simply wielded her sword and …