The trumpet sounded, and two war horses bolted instantly, shaking the wooden viewing platform.
Two knights on their mounts, leaning forward with their lances pointed squarely at their opponents' chests, were as steady as rocks.
As the gap between the two quickly closed, their momentum skyrocketed.
Thirty meters...
Ten meters...
Five meters...
Wooden lances pierced through the air, emitting a low, whistling sound.
Time seemed to come to a standstill at that moment.
However, just as they crossed paths, Joseph suddenly shifted from thrusting to sweeping, with the afterimage of his lance forming a crescent in the air, ruthlessly aimed to sveep his opponent off his horse.
Startled, Karl Miller did not panic, for the shield at his side perfectly fended off Joseph's sweep, while his own lance jabbed straight into his opponent's armor.
Crash!
Both lances shattered simultaneously, sending shards flying.
