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.

takes!” Miles raised his sword

confident his sword skills could triumph without a fatal strike. It just meant he’d have to

roared as he

unleashed a barrage of ax shadows at Miles. Some shadows were solid

swiftly wielded his sword to create a flurry of blade shadows 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 two

sound of metal clashing reverberated loudly through the air. In a split second, sparks erupted as two figures plunged into a

swung with overwhelming force

relied on agility by executing precise, rapid

outmatch the other. It was a close and intense duel where

levels, Miles held the edge in

Atlas fought cunningly. He relied on his protective gear

he was forced to relinquish chances for a

artists’ abilities, stamina, and resolve. The winner could endure longer, as exhaustion meant an

inside the battle ring while the atmosphere outside was

Atlas, their victories and defeats carried immense weight

on their favorites, shouting until their faces turned red and their voices

“Go, Number 12!”

Aurora, caught in the thrill of the moment, joined the exuberant cheers of the crowd. Initially hesitant, their voices quickly rose to match

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