Alice’s Bitter Battle, Fiona’s Arrival

Toru looked at the angel's side that had not had a new challenger for a long time. He tilted his head and asked,"Mr. Ma Mo, has this sparring session ended?"

Ma Mo took a deep breath. After hesitating for a long time, he finally made a decision.

"Alice, you go.

"There's no need to care about winning or losing. Just do your best."

Hearing what Ma Mo said, Alice nodded seriously.

The wings on her back spread out slowly, and she jumped onto the high platform.

"Alice, please enlighten me."

A mithril long sword appeared in Alice's right hand.

The pure white robe she was wearing also fluttered without wind, and a faintly discernible holy power enveloped the entire high platform.

Alsa, who was in the sky, was flustered and exasperated. When he saw Alice's strength, his expression eased up a lot.

She was a level-one power angel and was only thirty years old.