Sheyan took in huge breaths as he leaned against the corridor pillar. Wiping away his sweat, mixed with blood.
Sweat trickled down his back leaving a wet trace along his filthy back, causing a burning sensation as it entered an injury.
Astoundingly, Venter's corpse was sprawled across the floor 3 metres from here.
Sheyan had to admit, he had made a huge blunder in this battle.
From his prior calculation, since Venter wasn't able to deliver crushing damages to him, then under a scenario where they mutually took turns at each other; with this drawn out battle of chops and slice, he would definitely be the last one standing. But Sheyan quickly discovered, fighting wasn't a mathematics problem. Currently, Venter had been restored to optimal state, he probably was proficient in the advanced ability: Dual handed weapons. His attack damage vastly exceeded his previous one, and his combinations of attacks were natural and unforced.
