Victor gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on his sword. With a roar, he infused his blade with a shimmering blue aura and lunged forward.
Spark met the assault with ease, deflecting the strike with his wooden sword, the clash resonating through the arena.
"What?" Victor's eyes widened in disbelief as his powerful attack was effortlessly blocked by a mere wooden sword. His jaw clenched, and he charged again.
Under the relentless strikes of Victor, Spark moved with fluidity in his steps, his movements almost lazy as he deflected Victor's attacks with ease. Each of Victor's strikes, enhanced by his aura, met the solid defense of Spark's wooden sword, and each time, Spark's expression remained one of detached amusement.
