Boom!! The hermit didn’t relent, as he ended the combo with a horizontal s***h with both his swords. Emily barely blocked the blow with her swords as she lost her footing, staggering and falling back.
With added force from her opponent, she was slammed down on the floor as strength finally faded away from her body. She felt weak all over and was now dizzy.
“Is this it? Am I dying here?” She couldn’t help but ask herself inwardly, as tears rolled down her eyes.
She never wanted to be a gladiator, but this was not a choice that she could make. This is how this age is. She could not help but feel boundless hatred as her thoughts continued unrestrainedly.
“Mom, Dad, why did you give birth to me in this era?”
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