Chapter 2262

Atlas' attack came with fierce momentum as he swung his axes with enough force to shatter stone.

Miles focused intently and chose to advance rather than retreat. He deftly ducked under Atlas' swinging axes, his hair barely missing their deadly arc.

As Atlas' axes missed their mark, Miles' sword was already in motion.

A sharp clang echoed through the air. While taking advantage of his momentum, Miles' sword sliced fiercely across Atlas' chest and abdomen as he skimmed past him.

The blow shredded Atlas' attire and exposed the padded armor beneath, marked with a faint white streak.

"Hmm?" Miles frowned.

His sword strike had been cunningly angled, executed swiftly and accurately. He had anticipated it would incapacitate Atlas immediately. But to his surprise, Atlas' padded armor absorbed the critical blow.

"Kid, I hate to admit you've got skills," Atlas remarked. He looked down at his torn clothes with a serious expression.

He added, "If I hadn't been prepared, you might have had me there. But you only get one sneak attack. From here on out, I'll crush you with my full strength!"

He had initially underestimated Miles and didn't take him seriously. However, after Miles' cunning and precise strike, Atlas was now on high alert.

Miles, a disciple of the Sword Union, was a

see if you've got what it takes!" Miles raised his sword slowly and looked at his opponent

could triumph without a fatal strike. It just meant he’d

roared as he

he swung them relentlessly and unleashed a barrage of ax shadows

his eyes. He swiftly wielded his sword to create a flurry of blade shadows around him. Each stroke created powerful gusts of wind that tousled his hair

shadows matched Atlas's ax shadows in intensity without faltering. After a brief clash, the

through the air. In a split second, sparks erupted as two figures

axes swung with overwhelming force that proved challenging

agility by executing precise,

pushed their strengths to their limit to outmatch the other. It was a close and intense duel where neither seemed to gain

their comparable cultivation levels, Miles held the edge

protective gear to embrace a daring, full-throttle fighting

blows, so he was forced to relinquish chances for a definitive

tested martial artists' abilities, stamina, and resolve. The winner could endure longer, as

the battle ring while the atmosphere outside was

Miles and Atlas, their victories and defeats carried immense weight for the

shouting until their faces turned red and their voices

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