As Frank and Silverbell's sword duel intensified, Maron grew more wary of either of them.

At the same time, he felt lucky he had never fought Frank directly... or he would end up a corpse already!

"Take this—Thousand Mile Burst!"

A blur shot down from the above.

Too fast for Frank to avoid, he had to raise his sword to parry in the heat of the moment.

Clang!

The silver beam shattered the sword even as Frank looked on, and it never stopped as it kept pressing toward Frank's face.

he touched his

throwing the hilt on the floor and openly

you've won," Silverbell said even as she landed, her fingers twitching

"It's the rule—anyone in any sect who can last twenty strikes from my blade earns their sect a

floor, she sighed in disappointment. "And it's not as if you were incapacitated—the sword you wield was just too crude.

Swish.

her sword, nodding calmly at Frank.

in turn, not denying it since it was

the best of the best stepped into the ring,

swordcraft, with swords being elegant weapons wielded in a civilized time. Those without virtue could not hope to direct their sword to strike true, let alone

you've won, I hereby announce that Sage Lake

in disbelief and dropped to the floor limply, her

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