"Don't dare to touch me and or trying something," Gabriel couldn't bear it anymore, shouting at Mateo.
"I'm afraid you can't." Mateo raised the sword, ready to strike. Gabriel's eyes were full of anger, and he looked at Mateo more maliciously. The pride inherent in their dragon tribe made it unbearable for him to be threatened by a male beast. It was too hateful.
Gabriel suddenly grabbed the iron sword with one hand, his face filled with rage. "I thought you were someone formidable."
Mateo was startled by his actions, quickly withdrawing the sword. The long sword cut through Gabriel's hand, and he frowned, tightly clenching his fist.
Clara was stunned. When did Mateo become so skilled? The swordplay just now was truly extraordinary.
Not only Clara but even Gabriel was stunned. He had never seen anyone fighting like this before.