As the two faced each other, weapons drawn, the air seemed to thicken, heavy with the energy they radiated.
It was as if the world itself was bracing for the destruction about to unfold.
In an instant, their movements blurred, too fast for the human eye to follow.
Each clash of their blades sent sparks flying, filling the air with a deafening sound that echoed across the plains.
Every strike created shockwaves that rippled through the ground, making the earth tremble like an earthquake.
Jagged blade marks tore across the battlefield, carving deep scars into the land.
Renard's sword glowed with a cold, blue light, cutting through the air with precise, clean strikes.
Each swing was swift, but every time his blade met the Barbarian King's, the force of the collision sent vibrations up his arm.
On the other side, the Barbarian King's enormous sword pulsed with a fiery red glow, wild and untamed, just like him.
