If it were to cut into human flesh, it would be even easier.
Yet, this is merely one percent of the destructive force shared in a collision between the two fighters. It is hard to fathom the terror of their combat power when they confront each other directly on the battlefield.
"Is there really such a vast difference between a fighter and those below a fighter's level? I have sparred with the elders of the sect who are at the fighter's rank, but the gap has not seemed as insurmountable as it does now. So, there are only two possibilities..."
Simonyi swallowed his bit of pride: "Either the elders in the sect were holding back due to my status, or those two fighters are the best in our ranks, the cream of the crop..."
"Judging from past experience, it's clearly the latter."
He abruptly looked up to see the two intertwined silhouettes being thrown apart, seemingly having finished a bout.
