After the fight, Mokov and Ize returned to Miss Elizabeth's side.
"Not bad," Miss Elizabeth said to Ize, "That sword strike was strong, and the timing was perfectly controlled."
"To receive praise from Miss Elizabeth is my honor," Ize responded, placing a hand over his chest.
Next to him, Mokov's face turned iron blue, his body still aching intensely, not yet recovered.
"Did that librarian instruct you?" Miss Elizabeth asked.
"Yes." Ize nodded, glancing at Mokov, "His analysis of Mokov's fight was very thorough, his Sword Technique has no secrets, only flaws."
"Cough..." Mokov almost spat out a mouthful of blood; he had been insulting Xu Mo all this time, but now, in Ize's words, his Sword Technique was worthless in Xu Mo's eyes.
Was he no better than a servant?
Mokov's face gradually darkened.
Miss Elizabeth did not say much more.
Carter, standing behind Ize and nearly sticking close, said in a low voice, "Did you secretly practice last night?"
