Beatrix quickly tried her best to recover after being hit in the stomach. With her Qi she could take quite the beating, but what she needed to figure out was just exactly what Impress meant by saying her sword made it so she was unable to die.

Beatrix quickly moved forward trying to run across the outside and Impress was seeing the same. As they came close to each other they exchanged hits just like they were doing before.

The swords clashed against each other fiercely with a large amount of Qi. Just as Beatrix thought she was getting the upper hand she performed a quick vertical strike from above.

'I've timed this perfectly, the Qi sweeping up around her at this moment, there's no way for her to avoid this strike!'

But Beatrix could see it, despite Impress being in this position, being in this situation she had a large smile on her face. She lifted up her arm. The sword went down just like before. As the sword went down Beatrix could feel it slicing through flesh.

It would have cleanly cut off her arm, and it should have done, the sword had gone right through, and continued until it reached her neck, the sword sliced through part of the neck, and then just like the time before it stopped.

'She's using Qi, just like before in her body, to harden the inside of her body and hold onto the sword... but why would she sacrifice an arm and take such a large vital blow just for that?'

The arm that was meant to have been sliced off, it was balled up into a fist and headed right for Beatrix's face. It landed squarely, hitting her cheek.

The powerful force sent her flying back once more. She kept her hand gripped onto the sword which was pulled out from the body as the rest of her went flying crashing into the wall again.

"Hahaha, this is beautiful!" Impress laughed. "Are your listening skills as poor as your fighting skills? I already told you before, that I can't die!"

Beatrix got up again, her face was bruised from the powerful hit. She couldn't believe it, a sword that made it so one couldn't die. It wasn't as simple as that.

When a warrior reached the Divine realm they were granted immortality, but they could still be killed by others and the strikes of weapons. They just could no longer die by natural means.

In this sense she could see it, that Impress not only wasn't dying, her arm was completely fine as well as the wound on her neck. It was almost healing as quick as the wound could be delivered.

This went beyond just not being able to die.

"How am I meant to beat someone like this?" Beatrix muttered to herself.

Now it was Impress that was on the attack as she dived forward. She was far wilder in her swings compared to before. She was no longer performing the straight and strict attacks that had been hammered into her by the Dawnblade Clan.

This left a lot of openings for Beatrix to take advantage of. But as Beatrix defended and attacked perfectly not making a single mistake, the wounds and cuts that would appear on Impress's body, they were disappearing right in front of Beatrix's eyes, and taking advantage of the situation, Impress was striking back.

She kicked Beatrix's leg, and then would punch with her other hand. Thankfully the sword hadn't been used as Beatrix had been careful to keep an eye on the sword.

If she was struck with the sword unlike Impress she would be done for immediately. 'This is madness, how is she still able to fight like this?'

There was a remarkable thing with Impress. When the special swords were handed from Alter to the Light Faction warriors, they had to decide which ones were best for each individual.

The most trickiest of them all was the weapon that was in Impress's hands. Although its power immensely strong it would take a particular type of person to use the weapon to its fullest.

When learning swordsmanship, it was all about being able to hit your opponents without being hit back. That was the fundamentals that had been grinded into them. So to take advantage of such a weapon one had to allow themselves to get hit.

It took a particular mentality to allow a sword to just strike their body. A constant fear would constantly be in their mind. What if the weapon didn't work? What if the strike from the sword actually killed them this time?

How could they put their trust in a weapon rather than their old skills? It was unnatural to allow a sword to just stab through them.

But out of all of them, Impress was considered to be the least mentally stable. Or at least the one that believed she could use the weapon to its full potential.

When she had heard what it could do, she already imagined how she could take advantage of its powers, which was why the others had willingly allowed her to use the weapon.

The thing was, even during the fight, Impress had held back slightly. In the back of her mind there was still the same fear she had as the others. Still the same fundamentals to block attacks that were coming her way.

As the fight was continuing though, slowly they were starting to fade. The sword in her hands could now fully be used to strike ahead, while allowing Impress to strike ahead.

Nearly forgetting all defenses Impress moved ahead, Beatrix's sword this time had sliced through the top of Impress's head. It cleanly went through but did nothing, and Impress's sword stabbed right through Beatrix's shoulder.

"Hahaha, I love this sword!" Impress shouted.

"I guess I have no choice, I have to use what the Dark Magus gave me as well!" Beatrix claimed as the weapon started to light up.

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