Shasta had come here mainly because the commotion on the street earlier had caused quite a stir.
After learning that Lybia had been dragged into it, Shasta had rushed over to check on the situation out of affection and concern.
Yet the moment he arrived, he heard Iskhan mocking their Dark Knights as incompetent. If they could still put up with that, then their Dark Knight Order would no longer deserve to be one of the Ten Lords.
The Fistfighter Guild feared no challenge. If anything, the stronger the opponent, the more excited they became.
So when Shasta suggested taking Lybia's place, Iskhan agreed without a second word.
As for the surrounding onlookers, the sight of the two men poised for battle instantly excited them.
Fights and killings were commonplace in the Dark Empire, but clashes at the level of the Ten Lords were still a rare sight!
Shasta was one of the Ten Lords of the Dark Realm, while Iskhan, who was about to become the chief of the Fistfighter Guild, was practically guaranteed a place among them as well.
Their duel could be considered a peak-level battle in the Dark Realm.
And no one had expected that the spark causing two of the Ten Lords to fight was merely a young man they had initially regarded as easy prey.
After accepting the duel, Iskhan charged straight at Shasta with fighting spirit blazing in his eyes. Without another word, he clenched his fist and threw a punch at the Dark Knight Order's commander.
Unlike before, Iskhan held nothing back this time.
"Boom—!"
As a wave of air surged outward, Iskhan's flesh-and-blood fist produced a dull metallic clang when it collided with Shasta's sword.
When Shasta used his Knight's training sword to block the blow, the ground beneath his feet