The First Heir

Looking at the current situation, Fennel was in a passive mode while Caroline’s killing moves got more brutal, intense, and faster. If this continued, Fennel would be killed by Caroline sooner or later. However, everything was within Fennel’s grasp.

In the past three years, Caroline had worked hard to hone her skills. It could be said she had reached the point that the two golden devil scimitars were extensions of her hands. All she wanted was to avenge her brother and wash away the Tapper family’s shame!

The golden blades and Caroline‘s figure that was clad in black leather presented a dexterous and aggressive image.

While being continuously attacked by Caroline for five minutes straight, Fennel maintained being on the defense. He only relied on physical techniques to dodge the attacks. At the same time, he observed Caroline’s blade technique, as well as the subtle movements and angles of each strike to understand Caroline’s weakness.

Fennel was the first person who could easily dodge such intensive attacks from Caroline.

That was because anyone who fought Caroline in the past could only last a maximum of two minutes under her strong attacks.

Due to this prolonged attack without victory, Caroline’s blood boiled hotter.

scared of death, huh!

several times, but each time, Fennel managed to dodge her attacks. It made Caroline more anxious and angry. In fact, Caroline’s skills were definitely one of the best among

five minutes of fighting, Fennel

attacked him, the other party could easily dodge it, and it seemed that the outcome of

Why aren’t you making a move?

golden devil scimitars in her hands did not stop

chuckled lightly at this moment, and a faint confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His pacing and dodging movements became more relaxed. That was because he had seen through Caroline’s swordsmanship and the weaknesses of her attacks. Now, in Fennel’s opinion, the two golden devil scimitars in Caroline’s

and intensive attacks, Caroline’s delicate body started to

full of sweat, and she was panting slightly. Her chest heaved constantly, looking

shook his head slightly at Caroline, and said, “Caroline, your brother wasn’t my opponent, and neither are you. I advise you not to make