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

a fatal strike. It just meant he’d

Atlas roared as he

a barrage of ax shadows at Miles. Some shadows were solid strikes fueled by true energy, while others

He swiftly wielded his sword to create a flurry of blade shadows around him.

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

a split second, sparks erupted as two figures plunged into a fierce

axes swung

Miles relied on agility by executing precise,

was a close and intense duel where neither seemed to gain the

Miles held the edge in swordsmanship and combat

cunningly. He relied on his protective gear to embrace

was forced to relinquish

and resolve. The winner could endure longer, as exhaustion

inside the battle ring while the atmosphere outside

Miles and Atlas, their victories and defeats carried immense weight for the gamblers. The outcome

on their favorites, shouting until their faces turned red and

“Go, Number 12!”

exuberant cheers of the crowd. Initially hesitant,

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