Clang! Clang!

Swords screamed as their sharpened edges slashed through the air, carving viciously toward their targets.

One blade glowed black, the other gold.

These opposing lights clashed violently, each blade aiming greedily to rip and tear at its enemy’s flesh.

Their strikes targeted the neck and chest—each a fatal blow if even grazed.

Every single strike carried lethal intent, with dozens of intricate techniques woven into each motion.

In this suffocating arena filled with murderous intent, only someone of the highest martial caliber could survive.

Yet,

Clang! Clang!

Kyle’s expression remained composed.

With his arms crossed, he struck down …