Chapter 112: Rule Number One

Aeryon feet moved

With a swift kick off the ground, Aeryon propelled his sword forward like a lightning bolt, determination etched upon his face. 

Durka grinned in response, channelling his immense strength into a powerful slash of his halberd. 

BOOOM!

The clash reverberated through the air once more, producing yet another dazzling spark of fire as their weapons met.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

A mesmerizing duel of contrasts unfolded before the spectators' eyes. 

The sword, swift and agile, danced with grace and precision, while the halberd, formidable and weighty, struck with a force that demanded respect. 

Each move, a symphony of power and finesse, served as both defense and offense, as they countered and parried, launching intricate sequences in a mesmerizing dance of arms.

In the heart of the fighting ring, the two warriors demonstrated an unparalleled mastery of their respective weapons.