Lavier dove forward, narrowly avoiding the attack. A few strands of his hair were cut, but he remained unscathed.

Turning around, he saw a woman spinning a dagger idly with an expression of disappointment.

“Oh dear, you dodged? Didn’t you say he wasn’t much of a fighter, my lord?” Belinda clicked her tongue, her gaze sharp.

From his movements, it was clear that Lavier lacked combat technique, but his reaction speed was extraordinary.

“How dare you attempt an ambush…” Lavier growled angrily.

He couldn’t even finish his sentence. Another figure had already closed in, slashing at him with twin swords.