The clangor of blades rang without cease. After a dazzling series of attacks and counters, both Amon and Chu Zihang were breathing noticeably harder, fine beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads.
The constant swinging and dodging had drained their stamina, and both of them were beginning to slow.
After a heavy clash, the edges of Dictator and Murasame locked together with a piercing scrape. Amon used the momentum to slide half a step back.
It's coming! Lu Mingfei shouted inwardly, clenching his fists in excitement.
That familiar rhythm!
Whether against Lancelot before or Caesar now, Amon always revealed the fangs that decided victory in this seemingly retreating moment as he gathered strength... This was the opening stance of the Quick-Draw Technique!
Amon suddenly stepped forward, his massive hunting knife crashing down from above with a howl through the air. The blow was overwhelmingly powerful, as though it intended to split everything before it in two.
Chu Zihang lowered his stance and planted his feet, raising Murasame in a precise parry.
"Clang!"
The two deadly weapons locked together once more. In that instant of deadlock, Amon's left hand shot forward like Gui Mei, and the elegant silver revolver emerged again, its cold barrel steadily aimed at Chu Zihang's brow!
Chu Zihang's Golden Eyes abruptly contracted, and an undisguised flash of astonishment crossed his usually placid face.
His surprise could not alter the course that had already been set. Amon's index finger pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Click."
A crisp mechanical snap rang out.
...Nothing happened.
The expected scene of a bullet whistling through the air and blood bursting forth did not come. Time seemed to freeze for an instant.
Chu Zihang's combat instincts immediately seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He violently exerted both arms, knocking aside the heavy hunting knife. Murasame