Further speeding up the offensive frequency, Natiya completely suppressed the panting Pectoras with her skillful fighting skills.

"Ho...ho..."

Pectoras, who was more and more unable to do so, gasped heavily, and a feeling of sadness gradually rose in his heart. Veterans of his age were not suitable for a protracted battle.

The three axes at the beginning failed to defeat Natiya, and Pectoris knew the ending of the battle.

When he wanted to retreat, he found that all his ships had sunk, so he could only fight to the death.

"Bang!"

Natiya, who was pursuing the victory, used a Greek-style large round shield to bounce the Persian shield that protected the opponent's body. Pectoris, who opened the middle door, used his rich experience to block the scimitar in front of him and tried to struggle for the last time.

Natiya made a gesture and slashed from above, causing Pectoris to raise his hand conditioned reflex, and her slender right leg suddenly kicked out, kicking heavily in the enemy's abdomen in a standard Spartan kicking posture.

"Um!"

Pectoris, who was already unstable in the center of gravity, was kicked several meters away, and fell to the ground in a mess. The shield slung in his left hand flew out uncontrollably.

In terms of combat ability, the Spartans who received strict training since childhood will not lose to any warriors from city-states or countries.

Although Natiya is not a real Spartan citizen, she has received extremely orthodox Spartan warrior training since she was a child, and it is a special extra version passed down from King Leonidas.

When her experience was still insignificant, Xin Sheng could still see many flaws from her combat movements.

After nearly a year of solo training, Natiya has long been different from her past.

Xin Sheng saw some shadows of Kassandra from Natiya, but the fighting styles of the two were not exactly the same.
Chapter completed!