CLANG, CLANG, CLANG—
The Dueling Field resounded continuously with the clashing of metal. Players with weaker vision couldn't even see what was happening on the platform; they could only catch glimpses of two blurry figures shifting and leaping, constantly kicking up pebbles and dust.
[Clean Hit!]
[Critical Hit!]
[Clean Hit!]
Words indicating hits floated in the air, but even the members of the Watcher's Society standing below the stage, recording with their specially made slow-motion cameras, couldn't tell who had hit whom.
Li Ang glanced over and said indifferently, "Amber has landed six hits, scoring eight points. Dragon Liath Leopard has only landed three and is about to lose."
"Hmm?"
Mule furrowed his brows. Just as he was about to ask, he saw that the two on the stage had already separated.
The female pirate Amber landed lightly on the ground. Her lavish, Baroque-style clothes bore several slashes, and some of her long, wavy red hair had been cut off.
HUFF...
