"You love aggressive fights, eh? I'll show you one." Tyriece threw the scabbard and held the sword with both hands, ready to strike any minute. While Ming's hands held his scabbard and sword separately.
Ming didn't reply but focused his mind and eyes to Tyriece's sides, including his opponent's feet.
Tyriece saw Ming was distracted and made a downward slash but Ming parried with no difficulty.
Ming retaliated and slashed the sword left and right with speed and accuracy, sending Tyriece to move backward as he fended. However, Verth's magic had gradually taken effect. With every swing of Verth, it produced a low humming swift tune which echoed inside Tyriece's brain, making him flinched every time he heard it. This muddled him and didn't notice where he headed.
Then someone shouted, "Tyriece, watch out. Behind you." Tyriece suddenly jumped sideways and saved himself from falling backward on a pit. And with two big strides, he distanced himself from Ming, giving him a breather.
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