The crowd erupted in cheers, and for the first time, a hint of surprise flickered in Zane's eyes.
"That's the difference," Selene said, her voice carrying a note of satisfaction. "Zane's using strength and tricks. Alistair's using skill."
Zane spat on the ground, his face twisted with anger. "You think you can keep dodging me forever, Alistair? Show me your real strength!"
Alistair's eyes narrowed. He shifted his stance, the blood mist swirling around his sword growing thicker. "You're not worth my full strength, Zane."
Zane's face flushed with rage, and he charged again, his blood sword crackling with energy. He swung it down with all his might, aiming to cleave Alistair in two. The force of the attack was enough to send a shockwave through the arena, causing dust to rise from the stage.
