The grating sound of metal on metal rang out again, making one's teeth itch.
Bartlett's weapon was getting closer and closer to the weak spot between the opponent's armor, the width of a finger between them. It seemed as if the next breath had not yet frozen, and the "Steel Bride" would fiercely stab through the gap, puncturing the Death Knight's lower jaw and shattering the Soul Fire within the skull.
"Won't you admit defeat yet?" Bartlett gritted his teeth in response, his facial expressions becoming grotesque due to the excessive effort.
Viscount Fred's ice-blue eyes shone brightly, but he said nothing. With a low growl, he used all his strength to change the direction of the sword's advance. In the next instant, the "Steel Bride" brushed against the Griffin Helmet's visor and stabbed straight into the Frozen Territory.
In an instant, the ice on the ground shattered, splashing Bartlett's face and scattering in mid-air, glinting under the moonlight.
