Bab 187: The Surgeon

Abegail, although arrogant and twisted, was incredibly skilled in duels.

Kicking up a cloud of dust, she reappeared a few meters away from Ian, dodging his skill with one of her own.

Subsequently, when Ian tried to advance, he was met with another fierce flurry of arrows, giving him no choice but to focus on either deflecting or dodging.

If he forcefully tried to break through, then his head might pop.

Ian tried to use all of his gap-closer skills but it was no use, Abegail had just as many repositioning skills, allowing her to maintain her distance and continuously shoot her annoying arrows.

'Tch…Seems like I can't hold back anymore or I'll lose…' thought Ian as he skillfully blocked a few more arrows, sending them flying in different directions.

"Hahahaha! What now? I told you already that hillbillies like you shouldn't talk too much. Colzen Academy? Where the fuck is that? Come on, why don't you talk arrogantly now?!"