Just like the dark snow of the night, it covered Victor's figure.
He stood steadily in front of Gwen, a wooden vine wrapped around his palm, transforming into a patterned wooden sword.
Bang!
The dull thud and the metallic clang of the impact mingled together, and Gwen and Victor's hands, gripping their weapons, vibrated and echoed from the violent shock.
But neither of their arms moved an inch.
The students crowded at the gate were all dumbfounded when they saw this.
Vladimir also widened his eyes and leaned forward.
Before I could even be surprised, I couldn't look away.
To be honest, he had never seen Viktor fight in person.
And watching him wield his sword, he unhesitatingly blocked Gwen's attack.
He seemed to suddenly realize who had taught the princess this fighting style.
Gwen's voice was like an icicle in the dead of winter, utterly cold:
"You've finally arrived."
Victor looked at Gwen with the same expressionless face:
"It's time to stop, Gwen."
At this moment, Gwen in front of him gave him a deep sense of familiarity.
It was as if it were ice buried deep beneath the northernmost reaches of the earth, extremely cold.
Just by looking into her eyes, one could feel the unusual cold emanating from her body, emanating directly into her meridians.
It seems that when he was a player,
Just like Gwen, whom I've always faced.
Just like now, there is no emotion left.
In this state, once Gwen has made up her mind, her only thought will not change in the slightest.
She won't listen to anyone's advice.
Gwen remained indifferent; she raised her sword and took a step back.
He lowered his body, gripped his longsword tightly in front of his chest, and charged towards Victor with all his might.
The surrounding air seemed to explode completely, leaving only a rustling roar.
It resembled a lion fighting for its life.
Victor knew that if he resisted at this moment, Gwen would definitely get hurt.
Therefore, he had already set up a spell.
If attacked, it will automatically deflect the force.
But at that moment, Gwen, blade in hand, was already right in front of Viktor.
At this point, Victor's magic would normally have triggered, immediately knocking Gwen away.
But……
Viktor was stunned.
The magic failed?
Or perhaps Gwen had no intention of...
At that moment, with a clang, the silver-white longsword fell to the ground.
It jumped a few times, then fell silent.
Countless people were drawn to the longsword, but in the blink of an eye, they saw Gwen.
Before she knew it, she had snuggled into Victor's arms.
She wrapped her arms around Victor's neck.
She kissed him.
At this moment, countless people stared wide-eyed.
Aurelion and Erica were panting heavily, their eyes wide with shock, whether from exhaustion or from the scene before them.
The world seemed to fall silent for a moment.
After a long while, their lips, which had been pressed tightly together, gradually parted.
Gwen looked at Viktor, whose expression had clearly changed, but her expression remained indifferent.
Like frost, its cold light sharp and piercing.
She cupped Viktor's face in her hands, staring intently at him with a cold gaze.
A cool, clear voice gradually echoed throughout the entire academy:
"You are mine."
"I will not give you up to anyone else."
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