Kapitel 241: [Cyclone]

"Using your trump card already?" Treth taunted provocatively, her voice dripping with arrogance. Eirk, undeterred by her taunts, continued to fix his unwavering gaze upon her. With deliberate and measured steps, he started moving towards her, each footfall carrying a sense of impending danger.

"You better get ready!" Eirk warned, his voice filled with determination. A faint chuckle escaped Treth's lips, betraying a hint of amusement. However, her amusement quickly turned to surprise as Eirk vanished from his position right before her eyes.

"Tsk..." Treth clicked her tongue in frustration, her eyes widening as she instinctively raised her sword to block Eirk's lightning-fast strike. The speed of his attack caught her off guard, leaving her with no choice but to hastily defend herself, narrowly managing to block his sword with her own.