Chapter.I Sin and crime

Paris, French, a silence night with shining galaxy, all the things were splashed the black, in this moment, somewhere breakout the huge voice of metal crash!

In the mars square（Champ-de-Mars）, two people were stay there and cautious each other......

Suddenly, the man who wear a black suit looked at the splash of red, that is a Tachis* swinging trace.

- Clink! -, the big sound appear, he defended enemys attack to his neck, then a huge fire was burning down.

「Its would be a good measure to kill a guy via mana!」 he said, then bounced off the tachis.

The attack did not stop, and the blade hit the man's left hand directly. However, he only felt a numbness in his hand. She frowned and saw that the blade had only cut his coat. Although the clothes were already burnt, they had not penetrated completely. She instantly knew what had happened - "Military Knees Pods?!" Feeling uneasy, she quickly withdrew the blade. However, just as the man's blade was about to fall on her head, it was suddenly hit by an extremely strong heat wave.

This heat wave made him extremely uncomfortable, and he quickly dodged back, temporarily suspending his execution-like swordsmanship, while his mind raced.

"Hmh, it's just injecting more mana, nothing special!" He came to a conclusion, looked up, and saw that the flames had completely engulfed his opponent's body, reminiscent of the god of fire... (It really looks like Strur, my disciple.) he thought.

But his opponent did not have the perspective of a bystander to feel her own condition. The man jumped back and flew towards her, followed by another round of fighting.…..

However, faced with the successive shadows of the knives, the man did not leave any loopholes. Despite the huge flames, he did not suffer much damage after being chopped. Even the fire did not ignite the leather coat he wore.

In fact, to be precise, neither side caused any substantial trauma to the other.
But each time the man blocked an attack, he used the minimum distance and strength, and had plenty of energy to fight dozens of rounds. In contrast, his opponent was already sweating all over, and the force of his attacks was weakening.

The two sides returned to a stalemate once again. "Tsk!" The sound echoed on the sound wall formed by the two people's bodies. The man's pupils slightly raised, and he saw the owner who made the regretful sound - a girl whose hand was also holding a pitch-black knife that trembled slightly. Her brown hair hid her eyes, and her emotional fluctuations were not evident, but her malicious intent from anger was palpable.

"Alright... it's time to end this!" The sound of the knife shook as the man used force to deflect the girl's knife, breaking the original stalemate. He swung forward, and the sound of breaking wind echoed in the Warrior Square, but his powerful strike was quickly dodged. The girl leaped backward, did a backflip, landed on a lamppost beside her, took a deep breath, held the scabbard flat against her chest, and sheathed the knife. The blade slowly turned crystal dust and dissipated the air.

"Ha! Sheathing your weapon during a battle is very dangerous! Such foolishness is not like the disciples I trained!" The man smiled, the silver knife in his hand standing erect in front of him. His hand quietly reached the outside of his thigh. Suddenly, the flying knife broke through the air and flew straight towards the girl.
"Not using a little bit of trickery won't work..." The woman's gentle and delicate voice revealed her fatigue. Ignoring the fatigue in her body, she said, "Matrix."

The spell accompanied the mana fluctuation beside the girl and activated instantly. Suddenly, the flying knife seemed to hit something and stopped abruptly in midair before falling to the ground. The man's pupils narrowed slightly, wanting to see what she was going to do, but his body remained vigilant.

She took out a special kind of mana crystal from her pocket, held it flat against her chest, gripped it with her fist, with the tiger's mouth facing forward. Although she muttered English words, her syntax and vocabulary were extremely ancient and incomprehensible, like.…..ancient magic of concealment?!

"Summon- the one who has a contract with us, appear before me when I am threatened! Crime and Punishment!" The dust that had just dissipated suddenly gathered again and condensed a beautifully carved, antique long knife that stretched in front of her.

"Oh, Crime and Punishment~ Things are starting to get interesting!" The man licked his dry lips, his eyes full of excitement.…..

She landed on the ground, her sword still glowing with power. She took a step forward, her eyes fixed on the man with a fierce intensity.

"You're not bad, to be honest, you are more powerful than the most people I ever saw" she said, her voice low and dangerous. "But you're not good enough to defeat me."

The man chuckled, a trickle of blood running down his arm. "You've got some skill, I'll give you that. But don't think you've won yet. I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve."

He lifted his sword, the blade gleaming in the moonlight. "Let's see what you've got, girl."

The two of them stood there, facing each other, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills. The girl's sword glowed with power, while the man's sword shimmered in the light. It was a battle between two skilled swordsmen, each determined to come out on top.

And then, without warning, the man charged forward, his sword slashing through the air. The girl met him head-on, their swords clashing in a shower of sparks. The two of them fought with a ferocity that was almost savage, their swords ringing out in the night.

For what seemed like hours, they battled back and forth, neither gaining the upper hand. The girl's movements were graceful and fluid, while the man's were sharp and precise. It was a battle of styles, a clash of techniques, and both of them were determined to come out on top.

In the end, it was the girl who emerged victorious. With a final thrust of her sword, she drove it deep the man's chest, piercing his heart. He fell to the ground, his sword clattering to the pavement.
The girl stood there, her sword still glowing with power. She looked down at the man, her expression unreadable. And then, without a word, she turned and walked away, disappearing the night.

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