112 Appear at my bedside

**Elizabeth's POV**

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Two huge bodies rushed toward each other. I could even feel the ground shaking.

The two swords clashed together with a heart-pounding sound. Elroy's strength was obviously not as great as that of the warrior. His sword was pressed lower and lower by his opponent.

But Elroy remembered what I had told him earlier: Don't compare strength with your opponent.

He spun outward on his toes, then deliberately tilted his sword downward. As the warrior stumbled, he slashed his palm.

Elroy tried to get the warrior's sword off, but the warrior was apparently not the inexperienced Princess Shirley. The warrior took a few steps back at once to avoid Elroy's attack.

The odor of blood made the atmosphere begin to change. It now looked like a real battle.

Both of them had beast-like eyes that wanted to tear each other apart.

The warrior roared and swung his sword at Elroy's arm, and Elroy dodged nimbly while not forgetting to find an opportunity to attack.

They tested, defended, a