Looking at the short-haired Claymore with a mocking expression on her face, posing, Kayal smiled and waved his hand, approaching the boss: "Do you have anything to eat? My companion and I are very hungry."
"Brat! Didn't you hear me tell you to leave here quickly?!" the short-haired Claymore said, feigning fierceness.
"╮(╯_╰)╭." Kayal smiled, shrugging without a word.
"Damn it, I'm not bothering with you anymore." The outwardly tough, inwardly soft individual turned his head to stare at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought, and slowly drew that huge Claymore. Everything about the Claymore struck Kayal as odd.
It wasn't just the design; the patterns on the Claymore, the symbols, and even the material of the Claymore all greatly interested Kayal.
A piercing clang of swords suddenly came from upstairs. Kayal knew it wasn't the sound of his companions' weapons; those two children weren't that fast. The one who could swing a Claymore so quickly and block such rapid swings was truly impressive.
He closed his eyes, listening to the crisp clang of swords, a pure and flawless swordsmanship. This was simply the highest enjoyment.
Kayal sat in the stairwell, listening to the crisp clash of swords, smiling happily as if listening to a rhapsody of wind and rain, nodding occasionally.
"What a strange brat, I wonder what he's doing." The short-haired Claymore pouted, looking at the brat who seemed to be enjoying himself, and said unhappily, then shifted her attention over here. "It's probably around here." She muttered to herself.
The Claymore in her hand was raised like a drill. The explosive power from her lower body instantly shattered the wooden floor beneath her feet, and the recoil made her jump up instantly—no, it would be more accurate to say she flew up. The huge Claymore pierced through the second floor in one go, her armor protecting her from injury as she crashed through the floor. The moment she charged up, the clang of swords stopped. Kayal shook his head in displeasure, then suddenly turned and walked upstairs.
Ignoring the sounds of battle in that room, he instead walked towards his own room. The two, already unable to sleep due to the loud noise, were long since prepared.
"Come out." No sooner had Kayal finished speaking than a huge noise erupted from the adjacent room, as if several kilograms of C4 chewing gum had exploded simultaneously.
"Come out, quickly." Kayal took both their hands, opened the window, and jumped down. Not far from the three, two people were nervously confronting each other.
One was a woman with golden wavy hair, dressed in the same attire as the pointed-eared, silver-haired, and short-haired Claymore, but it seemed their relationship was hostile.
"From now on, open your eyes wide and watch every single detail of their battle. This level of confrontation isn't something you get to see often." Kayal's eyes were wide, and his whole body trembled. Although he wasn't a warrior, his thirst for information was greater than anyone else's.
Was this the peak combat power of this world?
As soon as the words fell, the two began to fight. Kayal watched them and felt his soul tremble.
"What did you notice?" Kayal asked Atoris and Gawain.
"The wavy-haired one is at a disadvantage," Gawain sighed. Even though there was an apparent advantage and disadvantage in their fight, he guaranteed that if he went up, he would be instantly killed.
"No, it looks that way, but the wavy-haired one only used one hand. After testing the opponent's strength with an initial two-handed swing, she has been fighting with only one hand." Atoris watched the two fighting with serious meticulousness, his eyes filled with nothing but shock. Gawain carefully observed the two, which instantly sent a shiver down his spine.
Indeed, as Atoris said, in a battle of this caliber, the curly-haired woman hadn't used both hands for a serious fight; she was merely passively testing the opponent's combat strength! Damn it! How strong was this woman really?! Gawain looked at a battle where mere probing could lead to his utter defeat, it was simply monstrous!
"Beautiful!" Kayal's praise was unclear, whether it was for Atoris's analysis or for the battle itself.
"Can you two not help her?" He turned to the two Claymores watching from the second floor, one of whom was an additional woman with short brown hair, who looked very lively.
"Tch." They both let out an annoyed snort, bitterly smiling inwardly. That child, before experiencing a crushing defeat, had adamantly demanded a solo duel with the strongest No.1 in history. What a foolish fellow.
"Why! Why?!" While fighting the golden wavy-haired woman, she loudly questioned: "Our duty is to annihilate demons for the peace of humanity, which is why we must fight even at the cost of our lives. But we, as guardians, have actually slain humans. This is an act that will make the Organization lose the trust it has painstakingly earned from the public, and it is absolutely unforgivable!!! Why are you still shamelessly living until now?!"
"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" The girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old, possessed astonishing combat power, but she was very naive.
Their battle moved from the street to the bridge. As they clashed swords, they pushed each other towards the bridge in a stalemate.
The clash of swords was like an ultrasound, so piercing that people couldn't help but cover their ears. But the few people present all watched this superhuman battle with solemn expressions, not daring to even breathe.
As if deciding to end the battle, the golden wavy-haired woman's expression suddenly changed. With a slight smile, she parried a powerful downward swing.
She gently closed her eyes. "Sorry, but I can't die yet!" With a carefree smile, she suddenly took a step back. That sword strike carved a deep mark into the stone bridge, but the next moment, a sword was already aimed at her neck.
With old strength exhausted and new strength not yet born, facing this sword, she could only close her eyes and surrender.
However, a sword suddenly parried the golden wavy-haired woman's fatal strike.
The silver-haired, pointed-eared Claymore had made her move! In a thousandth of a second, she parried the sword, bearing the golden wavy-haired woman's strength. Her two companions also did not stand idly by. The short-haired golden and short-haired brown-haired ones were not idle either. Stepping on the bridge's pillars, the short-haired brown-haired one let out an excited cry in the air, then swung her sword at the golden wavy-haired woman's head.
She blocked the gravity-assisted blow with one hand, then turned and kicked the short-haired brown-haired one away, while the short-haired golden-haired one charged forward with a standard knight's assault.
She leaped up, dodging the seemingly fatal blow, and landed lightly on the short-haired golden-haired one's Claymore. With one foot on the Claymore, she seemed to have plenty of leeway. Her hands suddenly sank, the Claymore's tip pointing at the short-haired golden-haired one. The golden wavy-haired one instantly lunged forward, leaving a cut on the short-haired golden-haired one's face. At this point, the three-person encirclement began to unravel, but in terms of formation, it had fallen into a four-person encirclement…