"Oh Sun! He actually split a bullet with his sword?!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed in amazement.
"Damn! How is that possible?!"
Ford, frustrated and perturbed, retreated and hurriedly pulled out ammunition to load into his firearm.
Wood took a quick step forward, raised his long sword, and fiercely slashed down.
Clang!!
A shrill metallic clash rang out.
A look of shock crossed Wood's face.
He felt a numbness in the palms of his hands and looked down to see a plain short sword that had appeared at some point, blocking his long sword.
"Alright, let's stop here."
A calm voice sounded.
"Mr. Charles, you..."
Wood looked in shock toward the newcomer, recognizing him as Charles, the club owner.
Although he knew in his heart that Mr. Charles was a master of swordsmanship, he had not expected that the other could appear beside him so suddenly, and then with only one hand block the furious slash he had made with both hands.
"Bastard!"
