The swords had already exchanged dozens of blows, but now the arena was submerged in a heavy atmosphere.
Mo Tianhai did not stop. His attacks came like waves of a furious tide. Each strike carried raw destruction.
Kyrian no longer advanced. His feet retreated centimeter by centimeter. His sword was raised only to parry, deflect, and dissolve the wave of Tianhai's brutality.
The blades clashed, spitting even more sparks and embers that lit up their faces.
"Tianhai is forcing Kyrian to retreat. Things have turned around!" someone exclaimed from the stands, unable to contain the surprise.
"It's Tianhai's intent… even incomplete, it's enough to change the course of the fight!"
Kyrian, however, did not seem shaken. His green eyes were even more focused, calculating even the force of each movement. He let his feet slide across the arena floor until the moment he decided to stop. He had seen enough.
Suddenly, the pressure in his eyes intensified.
