He looked like he was losing strength.
A silvery flash in the white man's hand, and although Trenton Smith dodged to the side, he was still slashed by the corner of his eye, a "swish" sound followed, and blood trickled down from there.
With a "ding," the knife in the man's hand was kicked away by Trenton Smith, stuck now in the floor nearby.
The cold gleam reflected from the blade made Maple Swallow's expression turn ugly.
He could see clearly, had Treton not dodged in time, his right eye would have been ruined.
Nero's boxing ring was very irregular, or rather, to increase its appeal and playability, he allowed each contestant to bring their own signature close-range weapon, sometimes a dagger, sometimes silver needles hidden in a ring, or they would simply rig their shoes or belts, inserting various tools to increase their attack potential, desperate to win by any means necessary.
Even the formidable Trenton Smith couldn't avoid those sneak attacks every time.
