Roger instinctively raised his sword to block!
Boom!
A tremendous force struck him head-on, sending Roger flying out like a cannonball.
A stifling sensation in his chest, his breath turbulent.
"This guy's strength is even greater than last time!" A glimmer of sharpness flashed in Roger's eyes as he tensed his waist and abdominals to adjust his posture in mid-air.
After landing, he only took a few steps back before steadying himself.
Having gauged the strength of his opponent, he felt a measure of relief in his heart.
Although Ivy was powerful, his own progress was much more pronounced.
"Huh?"
Ivy frowned, a hint of confusion appearing on her Murloc-like features.
"You seem to have gotten a lot stronger."
Without responding, Roger kept his eyes on the distant Ivy while bending to open the music box at his feet.
"Hehe, what are you planning to do?"
"Play a tune to please me?"
Ivy laughed lightly, feeling utterly relaxed knowing that Henrik wasn't there.