Chapter 1382 Fighting Sewell (Part Two) (1/2)

”You cowards! How could you allow yourself to stand back and let two women take the lead instead?”

Shaw curled his lips, agitated from the thought that Finley and Weber would prefer cowering behind the secure mantle of women rather than fighting themselves like men.

”Sally, Beatty, get out of here. I'll deal with him.” Weber spoke up, almost instantly, unable to digest the insults hurled at him.

”Don't be impulsive, Weber. He's obviously trying to provoke you. Don't let him get to you, because that's what he wants,” Sally assured Weber, calming him down. She then turned to Shaw and continued spitefully, ”You're just jealous that we're protecting Weber, aren't you? We're doing it because we want to, and that makes you antsy. You're just a repulsive monster who never had any woman to rely on, isn't that right? No need to get so anxious, you will never find a woman who deems you worthy enough to shield you anyway. You're just not worth the trouble!”

”You bitch! How dare you talk down on me! I'll make you regret every word that came out of that vile mouth of yours!”

Enraged by her words, Shaw prepared himself to avenge his honor with his fists instead of subjecting to a lowly confrontation of hurling insults at one another.

Exuding predominant aura, Shaw raised his hand. A full moon scimitar spiraled out of his fingertips and effortlessly split into hundreds of copies, splintering the space around it.

”Sally, stay sharp. Here it comes!”

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Beatty wielded a heavy sword. Its sword intent was heavy and profound, and it was incomparably powerful.

Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!

What Sally carried was a soft sword. The sword intent it released was soft to the touch, but it was still indestructible. It was so agile that even the god's sense couldn't keep up with its movements.

Boom!

The moment Beatty's sword intent clashed against Shaw's scimitar, the collision sent shockwaves of energy, flying for distances far and wide. They were actually equally matched in power.

”Humph. Not bad.” Shaw scoffed, concealing his shock at Beatty's abilities. She actually proved to be a worthy adversary for him despite her appearance.

'I can't believe this. And here I thought this would be a breeze. Damn it!' Knowing that the woman in front of him was no trifling foe, Shaw began to contemplate his decision to take them on. To add insult to injury, he was outnumbered, and he wasn't even exposed to Sally's capabilities as of yet.

Engrossed in sizing the odds in his mind, Shaw fell victim to his own distraction as Sally's endless soft sword intent closed in on his vital point without him realizing.

Startled by the sudden advance, Shaw was unable to dodge.

”Howl!”

In a moment of desperation, he activated his god's power to surround himself with a protective shield.

He watched in utter disbelief as his protective shield gave way, countless cracks paving into it, Sally's sword intent desperately trying to invade its walls.