"This speed is really fast," Zhao Guang, who had just put on his helmet, saw Elena, like a streak of black lightning, charging straight at him. The door-sized longsword in her hand was mercilessly swung at him.
If one didn't know better, they might think that he was not her Lord but her enemy.
Zhao Guang also quickly drew his sword but found his movements were a bit slow.
It wasn't that his speed was slow; it was his reaction that was slow. Indeed, lack of real combat experience. Compared to those whose reactions had become instinctive, his were indeed much slower.
Perhaps he could compensate with his own speed, but this was still a weakness.
He wondered whether increasing his spiritual power could make up for this weakness.
After all, putting himself through terrible battles was out of the question. His training was not for enhancing his combat power but purely for survival, to keep himself safer.
As he pondered, he and Elena were already clashing.