It's so hard being a hero!

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged towards Sophia like a runaway carriage.

Each step made a dull thud, like thunder.

Sofia did not back down.

She gripped the sword hilt tightly, pushed off the ground with her feet, and transformed into a streak of silver light as she charged forward.

Sword and axe, about to collide in the next second.

This was a dominant test, because they couldn't be convinced just by listening to what the count said.

You have to try it yourself to see.

But judging from this result, it's probably even more outrageous than the Earl predicted.

Samira watched the two fighting, her eyes filled with amazement.

She could tell that the silver-haired girl in front of her was only at the bronze level in terms of strength, but her combat power was on another level.

Chapter 51 The Investigation Team's Retreat

This Bart was like a rapidly moving small mountain, pressing down on Sofia.

Sophia transformed into a streak of silver light, advancing instead of retreating.

Just as she was about to collide with him, she twisted her body, like a slippery eel, and dodged past Bart's side.

Bart's heavy blow missed its mark, and he stumbled forward half a step, the momentum almost causing him to lose his balance.

"Ok?"

He quickly regained his balance and turned to give chase, but Sofia was faster than him.

The silver rapier, coated with a layer of pale golden magic, pierced straight at his waist.

He didn't have time to dodge, so he could only throw his shield behind him, which blocked the attack.

Sophia felt a powerful force surge through her, and she was thrown back.

She flipped in the air and landed lightly on the ground.

Bart gave her a helpless smile when he saw her like that.

"Little girl, you're so slippery."

Sophia chuckled, pushed off with her foot, and pressed forward again.

This time, instead of charging head-on, she picked up speed and started running in circles around Bart.

This behemoth is heavily armored and equipped with heavy armor, making its defense as solid as an iron wall, but the trade-off is that it's slow.

That's exactly what Sofia was targeting.

He moved erratically, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, forming a shadow around Bart, making it impossible for him to guess where the next sword would come from.

Bart gritted his teeth and desperately tried to turn his body to keep up with her rhythm, but the heavy armor held back his agility.

After spinning around a few times, he started to feel dizzy.

"Take this!"

Sophia's voice came from his left.

Bart instinctively raised his tower shield and blocked to the left.

empty.

A feint.

In the next instant, Sofia had already flashed to his right, her silver sword aimed straight for the seam of his right shoulder armor.

There was no time to return the shield, so Bart could only raise his right arm and take the hit with his arm armor.

The sword tip grazed the armor, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound and leaving a deep scratch.

Bart quickly swung his left-hand battle axe, trying to force her back.

But Sophia had already retreated.

Bart, panting heavily, stared at her with eyes full of helplessness.

"Little girl, do you dare to face me head-on?"

He couldn't help but blurt it out.

Sophia looked at him with a grin.

"Am I stupid? There's such a huge difference in strength between us. If I fight you head-on, am I asking for death?"

Bart was so choked up that he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

That seems to make sense.

But this is just too frustrating.

"However, I can find another way to play with you."

After Sophia finished speaking, she changed her approach.

She started using magic again. She raised her left hand and condensed a ball of purple lightning, while the longsword in her right hand was imbued with fiery battle aura.

Thunder and fire struck simultaneously.

Purple lightning bolts streaked along the ground toward Bart, while crimson sword energy slashed down at his head from above.

Caught between two attacks, Bart was thrown into a panic.

The tower shield could block the sword energy above, but it couldn't defend against the lightning beneath one's feet; one could only endure it.

A purple electric current passed through his armor, sending a shiver down his spine.

"A cunning little girl."

Bart winced as he was electrocuted.

Sofia didn't stop, continuing to cast spells.

Bart is going crazy.

Sophia unleashed a barrage of magic of various attributes, interspersed with tricky sword techniques.

He was completely disoriented from all the commotion.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore."

"I give up, is that alright?"

He was panting heavily, his face flushed red under his helmet, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Sophia sheathed her sword, took two steps back, and looked at him with a smile.

"Really not going to fight?"

"do not fight."

Bart waved his hand and plopped down on the ground.

"If you keep fighting, I'll be worn down to death by you."

He pulled off his helmet, revealing a sweaty face and eyes full of helplessness.

"You little girl, you're not that strong, but I just can't catch you. I can't hit you, I can't defend against you, it's exhausting enough to kill a person."

The courtyard fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions quite interesting.

Who would have thought that the knight, who was as strong as a mountain, would be worn down to the point of surrendering by a twelve-year-old girl?

Melanie stood to the side, her face ashen.

Bart has already admitted defeat, what else can she say?

Samira stood with her arms crossed at the living room doorway, a hint of something unreadable flashing in her deep red eyes.

She didn't say anything, but she already knew what was going on.

This little girl named Sophia is indeed, as Count Vlad said, far more powerful than a bronze-level character. It's not just about raw strength, but a complete and utter domination in combat experience and technique.

Moreover, this kind of combat experience is not something a twelve-year-old child could possess.

"Okay, let's stop here."

Drummond's voice came from the living room.

He stood in the doorway, pushed up his glasses, and looked at Sophia.

"Come in, everyone, let's have a good talk."

Sophia sheathed her longsword, dusted herself off, and followed Drummond into the living room.

Bart got up from the ground, carrying his tower shield and battle axe, and followed behind, muttering something under his breath.

In the living room, everyone sat down again.

Count Vlad's expression was not good. He had thought that the experts from the Empire would help him vent his anger, but after a fight, he still hadn't gained the slightest advantage.

Drummond sat in his chair, his fingers interlaced and his chin resting on his hand, looking at Sophia.

"Miss Sophia, we have witnessed your strength."

The tone was much more polite than before, and the form of address changed from "Sophia" to "Miss Sophia".

"But there has to be an explanation. The mines in Kyle City suffered considerable economic losses because you helped the spider monsters migrate. You can't deny that, can you?"

Sofia nodded.

"I don't deny it."

"That's good."

Drummond took a document out of his briefcase and opened it.

"Our preliminary estimate is that the ore lost in the Black Mountain mining area of ​​Kyle City is worth approximately 800,000 gold coins at the current market price."

He turned the document over and let Sophia take a look.