Chương 253: No french(3)

Amidst the chaotic battlefield, the clash of steel and the cries of combatants filled the air as Antonio found himself engaged in a fierce and relentless duel with a burly French bandit. Their swords clashed with a resounding clang, and the intensity of their confrontation was palpable. Every moment seemed like an eternity as they sought to gain the upper hand, neither willing to yield to the other.

Antonio's heart pounded within his chest, a constant rhythm of adrenaline and determination. His muscles ached from the strenuous battle, but he knew that giving in to fatigue was not an option. The bandit before him had wild eyes, and he swung his sword with reckless abandon, attempting to overwhelm Antonio through sheer force and ferocity.

Yet, Antonio remained steadfast. His shield became an extension of himself, expertly deflecting each blow and absorbing the impact of each attack. The shockwaves traveled up his arm with every parry, but he held his ground.