บท 903: The Twisted Choice

Lee Seng stood with the Sun blade raised. He glared at Queenie as she floated in the air. He looked battered and bruised with blood splotches all over him. A wind blade flew at him, forcing him to dodge once again as another boom echoed through the gymnasium. Lee Seng winced as his cheek was cut.

"You're slowing down, kid. I thought you said you would 'beat me to a crisp'? You haven't even nicked me, yet." Queenie sighed as she shrugged. "I'm quite disappointed, Lee Seng Chang. You are supposed to be this great 'asset' to Deimon kind, but you have nothing to show for it. Maybe I should just end this with a cheap trick and get you to the Master. Mother will give me an earful if I take any longer."