The next moment, an enormous countdown slowly appeared high in the sky.
[10.]
[9.]
Aric slowly drew the sword from his waist. A crisp metallic ring echoed through the air as the silver blade reflected the sunlight above the arena, radiating an icy, razor sharp gleam.
[8.]
Grom slowly clenched both fists before violently smashing them together. The instant his fists collided, a thunderous boom erupted across the arena, so powerful that even the surrounding air seemed to tremble.
[7.]
The gazes of both fighters finally collided in midair.
Neither moved first. Neither was willing to make the opening move, as both were waiting for the very last moment.
[6.]
The arena was so silent that one could almost hear the sound of each other's breathing.
[5.]
Every pair of eyes remained firmly fixed upon the center of the battlefield.
[4.]
