章 115: Fall Down

In a secluded training room nestled within Cleave Hall, the clash of weaponry filled the air.

The pristine white blade, enveloped in a bluish-white aura, made a symphony of sounds as it sliced through the air. In response, the axe's edge emanated a fiery, red aura, a destructive force reminiscent of hell itself.

Boom!

Explosions reverberated within the confines of the training room as the two combatants engaged in a fierce battle.

The clash of blades echoed loudly, their movements so swift and precise that they seemed to blur, making it nearly impossible for the naked eye to keep up.

The room was an arena where sword and axe met in a dazzling display of skill and power.

Each movement was a dance, a choreography of strikes and parries, as the combatants sought to outmaneuver and overpower each other in this relentless sparring session.