"Ah♂!"
It sounded like they were wrestling, and from Zhao Bai's tone, he seemed to be at a complete disadvantage. How embarrassing.
Who was it?
Who could gain the upper hand in a fight against Zhao Bai?
Bronya could not imagine how someone so terrifying had been born, how they had trained such a fearsome body, or what kind of powerful weapon they possessed.
It was hard to imagine.
"Let go already! I surrender."
Zhao Bai rolled across the ice as the sea surged with raging waves. Cracks covered the solid ice, bearing witness to the brutality of the battle. They had gone from long-range combat to close-quarters fighting, then from close-quarters fighting to a full-on grapple.
The first two stages had been perfectly normal.
They had probed each other's strength. The sky shone as bright as day, while the ice evaporated and froze over again in an instant. For the time being, neither side could break the stalemate.
Until the hand-to-hand fight.
"Come fight me!"
Durandal said this as she landed on the ice. She tossed her lance aside and struck her bare fists together. Zhao Bai's blood rushed to his head, and he actually fell for her nonsense, throwing his weapon onto the ground as well.
Then he got taught a lesson.
There was nothing wrong with Zhao Bai's fighting technique. There was only one reason for his defeat: Durandal was stronger than him.
Much stronger.
Durandal's movements were standard Shenzhou martial arts, and so were Zhao Bai's. Their fists were like cunning snakes, weaving around each other, rising and falling in flight. Even their movements were practically identical.
"Master Zhao, go for her centerline."
"It's not that easy."
Zhao Bai answered instinctively, then suddenly remembered there were no spectators beside him. The one speaking was Durandal.