Slapped Back To Reality

"Karsa, calm down! This isn't like you!" Jeremiah shouted, trying to get her to rein in her emotions. 

After seeing how effortlessly Shye Crowley handled his beloved division leader's initial attack, he quickly grasped the danger the young hero posed. 

He knew that Karsa would inevitably lose if she kept fighting recklessly.

This was the first time he saw her in such a state, so he couldn't help but slightly panic. 

They couldn't lose here.

Not in front of hundreds of thousands of onlookers.

Unbeknownst to him, Karsa, despite seemingly losing her cool, had long since regained her calmness.

She was simply luring Shye into making a move, knowing her attacks couldn't penetrate his defenses.

Karsa was experienced in duels. 

Moreover, this wasn't the first time such a thing happened to her. She knew what to do.

Sure enough, just a few moments later, Shye managed to flawlessly parry Karsa's attack—a diagonally downward slash.