"This is only the beginning. Don't jump to conclusions so quickly." Chen Fan remained calm in response to Heathcliff's words. Some gaps could not be bridged by an advantage in weapons.
Heathcliff also drew the sword hidden behind his shield. Golden light radiated from the blade as he raised his shield in one hand and held his sword in the other, charging toward Chen Fan in a thrust filled with unstoppable momentum. This move was also difficult to defend against.
Chen Fan swiftly sidestepped and swung his sword at Heathcliff's blade. Clang! Chen Fan slightly deflected the sword, and Heathcliff frowned. Clearly, he had not expected his highly confident strike to achieve nothing.
Whoosh! A streak of blue light flashed past, and Chen Fan slashed Heathcliff's arm. Heathcliff's expression changed slightly again. This was somewhat different from what he had imagined, but after taking Chen Fan's attack, Heathcliff reacted as well.
His shield blocked Chen Fan's next strike, and the two began to truly clash. Chen Fan attacked rapidly, but Heathcliff's defense was watertight. Their skill levels clearly surpassed those of all the other players by far.
Everyone stared intently at their battle, because it was simply too thrilling.
Heathcliff's expression grew increasingly grave, because he suddenly noticed something that shocked him greatly: his HP was slowly declining. During a duel, lost HP could not be recovered, nor were any recovery items permitted.
Although his HP was dropping very slowly, as the battle dragged on, he noticed the anomaly. More importantly, his opponent's HP had dropped very little.
He had knocked back Chen Fan several times, but Chen Fan had never been injured. Instead, whenever Heathcliff attacked and revealed an opening, he would be struck.
After some time, even the distracted players in the spectator stands noticed the difference. Although