The moment their movements collided again the corridor erupted into a bigger explosion.
Steel clashed against the hardened scales with a sharp ringing force that echoed through the sealed halls. Sparks of condensed Magic burst everywhere with every impact, scattering like embers before fading into the air.
The man's blade moved in rapid succession with slashes and thrusts that were faster and heavier than the last, fueled by the dense aura or Magic that surging through his body.
But this time, Erend didn't just receive. He pushed back.
Each of the attacks he deflected carried weight now. Each movement of his arm redirected not just the blade but the man himself. The rhythm shifted. The pressure reversed.
The guard felt it immediately.
"This… isn't normal."
He was not an ordinary fighter. In this world, he stood at the pinnacle of warriors and swordsmen. Very few could match him in direct combat and even fewer who could push him back.
