Valerian wanted to move forward to counter the wind blade going after the girl's neck, but he could not make a difference at this stage. He closed his eyes with regret in his eyes, when he sensed a sharp pain in his torso. It was as if something had stabbed into his abdomen.
The young monk took a few steps back, and his eyes widened in disbelief. The girl he worried about stood holding a knife in her hands, dripping with blood. It was not only Valerian, but even the assailant was shocked.
She could not help but exclaim, "You survived that."
Valerian had been linking his entire body with mana and battle aura. While the mana repelled all the toxins, the battle aura relieved him from pain. The silver-haired monk did not reply to the girl but channeled light mana around his wound to gradually heal it. The girl clicked her tongue and said, "To think I will meet a battlemage and that too as skilled as you are. This southern continent is filled with miracles, don't you think?"
