NovelEnglishWith a scornful look, Ruby retorted, "Hmph! Your feeble words suggest a lack of strength. Is that why you talk like
that?"
She added, "What's so great about that brat? Is he deserving of your admiration? | doubt Miles would lose to
him!"
"You'll see as it unfolds." Dustin didn't bother explaining or arguing further.
After all, it was all about raw strength in these stage duels. The stronger one would win.
"Hmph! Once Miles takes down that brat, let's see how you defend him!" Ruby exclaimed, frustrated.
In a moment like this, everyone should be cheering for Miles, but Dustin not only showed no support but also
made sarcastic remarks. It was truly infuriating.
"Look! They've started!" Dalen's words instantly grabbed everyone's attention.
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At that moment, Miles had already charged at Marco with his sword. With a flick of his wrist, his sword trembled,
creating two blossoming flowers—one on the left and one on the right—thrusting toward Marco's arms.
Marco's face remained blank as if he knew it was coming. He took two steps back and effortlessly dodged Miles’
attack.
After the initial miss, Miles swiftly launched a barrage of sword techniques, each one with precision and speed.
These strikes targeted Marco's weak points directly.
With thrusts, slashes, strikes, feints, presses, sweeps, and parries, Miles' swordplay carried a relentless intensity.
All his movements aimed at different vital points on Marco's body, creating a forceful gust of wind.
Miles' sword skills were swift and impressive, leaving spectators in awe.
In contrast, Marco maintained a calm expression. He skillfully evaded Miles' attacks with his body without
unsheathing his sword.
To most observers, it appeared as though Miles was consistently pressing and gaining the upper hand against
Marco.
"Such great swordsmanship! Truly impressive as a disciple of the Sword Union!"
"He's so young, yet so skilled with a sword. Miles has a bright future ahead!"
"Miles is amazing! Crush that brat!"
The crowd was thrilled, cheering and shouting, feeling confident in an impending victory.
Miles wore a progressively serious look as he battled on. Despite unleashing a flurry of sword strikes one after
another, not a single one found its mark on Marco.
No matter how he attacked, even using all his tricks, Miles felt powerless against his opponent.
He knew deep down that if the fight continued like this, he would tire himself out and ultimately be defeated,
even if Marco didn't make a move.
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"Hey, brat! Can't you facelike a real warrior? Stop dodging like a mouse!" Miles taunted, hoping to find an
opening.
"If that's all you've got, | won't waste my time." Marco swiftly dodged a strike and countered with a rapid slash at
Miles.
The speed of the strike was astonishing, with only a glimpse of a mysterious red light. By the tMiles reacted,
the red light had closed in on him.
Miles was caught off guard, his eyes narrowing in confusion. Without a second thought, he quickly raised his
sword to defend himself.
A red light collided with Miles' sword, making a metallic clash sound, followed by a burst of energy and a loud
bang.
In an instant, his sword shattered, and he was thrown through the air as if struck by a truck. He crashed heavily
on the ground a few feet away, coughing up blood before losing consciousness.
Everyone fell into silence.
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