"This guy was definitely no ordinary opponent." Colin narrowed his eyes, then took the initiative to attack. Striding forward, he raised the Training Greatsword before his chest high overhead and slashed from right to left at Lyon Brown.
Though the angle of the sword was proper and straightforward, boosted by his 10 points of agility, it was incredibly fast. A flash of bright silver streaked through the air, and the sword was already before Lyon Brown.
Clang. Lyon Brown lowered his waist slightly. Veins suddenly bulged on his fair forearms as the Training Greatsword held at his waist shot straight upward, intercepting Colin's Training Greatsword near his head.
His expression remained utterly composed, his hands as steady as mountains. Only his booted feet sank slightly into the dirt.
I underestimated him. As expected of the next Knight Brown, a possessor of the Bronze Bloodline. His strength and speed aren't far behind mine. Colin's heart sank slightly, but his right foot flew up and kicked at the other man's left thigh.
Lyon Brown wore a cold smile as he swayed aside to evade the kick, then thrust his sword straight at Colin's right armpit. The strike was swift and the angle exceedingly tricky.
Colin's right foot landed, and he dipped his waist, shifting several inches to the left to evade the thrust. Then he swung his arms, bringing the Training Greatsword at his waist around in a slash toward Lyon Brown's waist, only for Lyon Brown to intercept it again.
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than ten moves without a victor emerging. Their swords came and went, their whistles unceasing. After more than ten exchanges, Colin and Lyon Brown separated and stared solemnly at one another.
"Good heavens, they actually ended up like this. Standing before