"Ding!"
The straight, slender, razor-sharp blade slammed violently into the heavy longsword wrapped entirely in silvery white.
There were no dazzling sparks that should have burst from the clash. What echoed through the air was an incomparably crisp ring, so sharp it was almost grating.
Perhaps the type of weapon could represent its wielder's personality and fighting style.
But in a situation like this, when both blades were nearly equal in sharpness and quality, grinding and pressing against each other...
The only thing left that could tip the scales of victory was the purest factor of all: the wielder's strength.
Buzz—somewhat unexpectedly.
The broad sword seemed massive and heavy, its blade thicker than an adult's arm.
Yet against the thin sword, whose blade was thick at the base and narrow at the tip, frail as an insect's venomous stinger, as if it might snap from the lightest touch...
It seemed to have fallen into the disadvantage.
The silvery-white liquid that had originally flowed smoothly across the surface of the heavy sword rippled in unnatural waves amid the collision and contest of strength.
Even the hands likewise wrapped beneath that flowing silver trembled violently.
"Damn it!"
His medium-length golden hair was soaked with sweat, clinging messily to his cheeks.
On Terry William's handsome face, all that remained was the strain brought on by excessive exertion.
"This can't go on!"
The combat training he had received within his family since childhood meant that, while his practical battle experience might fall far short of the opponent before him, he could still keep his mind calm at critical moments.
Under the Molton Family's cultivation system, the special class known as Silver-Plated Knight consumed vast amounts of special metals and silver during its growth, but after taking up the class, it also provided him with