The battle between Canna and Varya continued to rage on, the crowd unable to look away as the two warriors clashed with incredible intensity. Varya's strikes came harder and faster, her power now fully unleashed. Her swordsmanship was unparalleled, each swing of her blade carrying the weight of her true transcendent rank. She was relentless, her strikes precise and devastating, forcing Canna onto the defensive.
But as powerful as Varya was, something wasn't adding up. The longer the battle dragged on, the more fatigued she became. Her robes were torn and tattered, and her once-fluid movements began to slow. Canna, on the other hand, seemed to be maintaining his pace with ease. He moved with the grace of a seasoned fighter, his two swords cutting through the air with flawless accuracy.
