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.

Ha! Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes!” Miles raised his sword slowly

his sword skills could triumph without a fatal strike.

roared as he charged forward

ax shadows at Miles. Some shadows were solid strikes fueled by true

his sword to create a flurry of blade shadows around him. Each stroke created powerful gusts of wind that

sword shadows matched Atlas’s ax shadows in intensity without faltering. After a

air. In a split second, sparks erupted as

His axes swung with overwhelming force that proved challenging

contrast, Miles relied on agility by

was a close and intense duel where neither seemed to

their comparable cultivation levels, Miles held the edge in swordsmanship and

relied on his protective gear to embrace a

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

prolonged match tested martial artists’ abilities, stamina, and resolve. The winner could endure longer, as exhaustion

battle ring while the atmosphere outside was equally

defeats carried immense weight for the gamblers.

passionately cheered on their favorites, shouting until their faces

“Go, Number 12!”

joined the exuberant cheers of the

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