In the dimly lit tunnel, Losang II narrowly parried a vicious sword thrust from his opponent.
Without hesitation, he bent his knee and advanced, rushing into the white smoke where visibility was poor, and counter-attacked with the momentum.
Over the years, the movements and steps of the Legion Ten Styles had become second nature to him, forged into his soul through relentless practice—no need to observe, no need to think.
Until his sword's edge was suddenly blocked!
"Clang!"
Amid the piercing sound of clashing metal, the enemy firmly parried his blade:
"Too casual, Attendant."
Hearing the other's words, Losang II's gaze flickered.
"If you wish to become a Knight, take it more seriously!"
The figure of Knight Joaquin emerged from the dispersing white smoke, his tone stern as his longsword twisted with great force!
"Whoosh!"
Amidst the sound of scraping blades, the two separated again.
Losang II staggered back three steps, steadying himself.
