Kapitel 693: The fight (2)

*Drip*

*Drip*

Denver staggered slightly as blood seeped from the gash on his thigh, staining the cobblestones beneath him.

He adjusted his stance, gritting his teeth, as he steadied his broadsword.

Despite the pain, his movements remained deliberate and measured, his eyes locked onto Leo with a newfound intensity.

"You're better than I thought," Denver admitted, his voice low but firm, as he realized that Leo deserved more of his respect than he initially gave him credit for.

Coming into this fight, he truly believed that Ben Faulkner's disciple was the lesser threat of the two, however, after fighting Leo once, Denver immediately realized that he was sorely mistaken.

Ben Faulkner's disciple was equally as talented as his master, if not better, and could kill him at the slightest of mistakes, making him a formidable opponent.

"Hmm–" Leo mused, not responding to Denver's words as his mind raced fast.