Kapitel 936: Zukas versus Cephal

The clarity of dusk bathed the forest, where the sun's rays pierced the intertwining branches, creating a play of shadows that danced to the rhythm of the gentle wind. In the northern part, Cephal and Zukas stared at each other, each feeling the weight of tension in the air. The atmosphere was charged with the expectation of imminent battle, and both combatants knew that the confrontation would be unrelenting.

Cephal, with his sturdy and muscular build, moved with the grace of a predator, his eyes fixed on Zukas. He swung his sword skillfully, the blade glinting menacingly in the dying light. 

"Let's see if you can handle it," he repeated, his voice sounding like muffled thunder.

Zukas, for his part, stood his ground, his defensive stance reflecting the confidence and calm of a seasoned warrior. His hands glowed with a soft light, and he channeled his inner energy with calculated precision. "I'm ready, Cephal. Let's begin."