Dahlia stood in an open field, facing the two remaining enemies.
One wore gleaming, heavy iron gauntlets, and the other carried a spiked mace that burned faintly.
She only grinned, cracking her neck. "It seems that both of your friends are already down."
The two men didn't flinch at all after hearing that, as if it didn't even matter.
"Don't think beating the two of them means anything," the gauntlets user growled.
"They were only Stabilization Stage cultivators. We're not weak like them."
The mace user grinned widely, agreeing with him.
"Yes, and unlike them, we're Awakening Stage cultivators, little girl. You are not even close to our level."
Dahlia tilted her head and smirked, pointing to herself.
"Awakening Stage cultivators, huh? And you still got your asses kicked by a little girl like me."
The two men frowned as one spat, the other gritted his teeth.
"We weren't ready before, but now, we will make sure that you stay down."
