Walking steadily towards Halse, he swings his long sword, which cuts through the air, leaving a trail of cold, shimmering light.
Halse, keenly observing his opponent's method of attack, realizes that this time around, he cannot avoid the impending strike.
With no other option, he can only raise his weapon and bear the brunt of the assault.
The two swords clash, with each person using all their might in a test of strength.
The edge of the swords is incredibly smooth.
Besides the clear ringing sound and a spark that flew off at the first strike, they merely slid against each other until they landed on their guards, both exerting all their strength, counteracting and restraining each other.
"Seems like you're not as strong as I thought," he said, as the situation became unbearably tense and a pause in the combat edged into a conversation.
At this point, both were ready to fight to the death.
