Villain Ch 951. Not Well Enough
"Is this all you have?" Allen taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "You'll need more than determination to defeat me."
Elio gritted his teeth, refusing to be cowed by Allen's taunts. He pressed on with renewed determination, his sword moving in a desperate flurry. The sound of their clashing blades rang out through the hall, a symphony of desperation and defiance. Sweat dripped down Elio's brow, mixing with the grime and blood on his face.
Allen moved with an almost effortless grace, his blade a blur of precision. His strike was aimed to disarm, to disable, to destroy. Elio's parries were becoming slower, his movements more labored. Their skills' gap was becoming painfully evident with each passing second.
