Chapter-462

[Name: Vaelora]

[Race: Elf]

[Class: Assassin]

[Level: 100]

[A married assassin who wants to defeat you at any cost. She contains a very incredible bloodlust in her body. Her brain becomes sharper with every failed attempt to kill her opponent.]

'Not a very good opponent, but she will work. I just want to test the durability of this armor, anyway,' Anon thought as he looked at Vaelora.

"It's an honor to fight you, Sir. Please go easy on me..." Vaelora spoke as she bowed down to Anon with a cute smile on her face.

"Ready... 3....2....1. GO." Sam announced as he turned the sand hourglass upside down, and the sand started flowing down.

As soon as Sam announced the start of the match, Vaelora disappeared from her position and reappeared behind Anon with two daggers pointing directly at his back.