Bang! Crack!
John and George clashed head-on once more. Both staggered back several steps and glared at each other, gasping heavily. It was obvious that they were both nearing their limits.
Huff... huff...
Bang! Once he had caught his breath, George tossed aside his broken spear and reached for the one-handed sword at his waist.
"John, you and I have both reached our limits. There's no point in continuing. How about we settle this with one move—one move to decide victory and death?"
George made it sound as if he could win if they kept fighting, but his chances were truly slim. John was in far better condition than he was.
George was covered in wounds from the battle, while John did not have a single injury. With one gaining and the other weakening, George's defeat was only a matter of time.
Moreover, George had little Battle Qi left. John's Battle Qi was impossible to gauge, but judging by his appearance, he could probably keep fighting for several more exchanges.
Even so, John could see George's condition clearly. Yet he did not refuse. Instead, he sheathed his sword and slowly walked toward George, his dark crimson eyes fixed on him as the curve of his lips rose higher and higher.
"A duel? I like it!"
"..."
George neither moved nor replied. He held his breath, stared fixedly at John, and gripped his sword hilt so hard that it creaked.
Bang! The distance between them closed. On the final step, John took that last step forward. The soft sound of his foot touching the ground seemed like a signal. In that instant, both of them drew their swords at the same time.
Whoosh! Their movements were so perfectly synchronized that only one sound of a blade slicing through the air could