"Fucking hell..."
Kavin cursed inwardly as another exchange ended with the same infuriating result.
No matter what he tried, no matter what trick, feint, or sudden change in rhythm he employed, he could not break through Masamune's defense.
Every attack was met with effortless precision, and every failed attempt invited another punishing counterattack.
The gap between them was becoming painfully clear. Both of his clavicles were broken, several ribs had cracked beneath the Sword Demon's relentless strikes, and his left shoulder hung dislocated and nearly useless at his side.
A deep gash stretched across his stomach, continuously draining what little strength he had left.
His vision blurred at the edges, dark spots occasionally appearing before his eyes.
His knees trembled beneath him, threatening to buckle at any moment, while his pale face had lost nearly all color. He looked less like a powerful spell caster and more like a dying man desperately refusing to collapse.
