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.

It became clear to him that Miles, a disciple of the Sword Union, was a formidable opponent. At that instant, Atlas knew he must go all out to ensure victory.

what it takes!” Miles raised

armor, Miles was confident his sword skills could triumph without a fatal strike. It just meant he’d have to put in a little

as he charged

felt weightless as he swung them relentlessly and unleashed a barrage of ax shadows at

around him. Each stroke created powerful gusts of wind that tousled his hair and fluttered his

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

a split

and direct. His axes swung with

by executing

limit to outmatch the other. It was

held the edge in

He relied on his protective gear

trading blows, so he was forced to relinquish chances

resolve. The winner could endure longer, as exhaustion

contestants fought fiercely inside the battle ring while the atmosphere outside

carried immense weight for the gamblers. The

until their

“Go, Number 12!”

the exuberant cheers of the crowd. Initially hesitant, their

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