Chapter 270
Barret tried to rotate swiftly, turning his waist with a slick sound but as soon as he moved,a sword swished before his eyes landed straight on the nape.
Barret gasped in shock cause if he moved even a little it was gonna pierce him.
"Dead.."
"Damn!"Barret cursed himself and slapped his forehead.
He has been careless.Instead of rotating immediately,he should have sensed the presence behind and then measured his steps alas.
Barret sighed and stepped back leaving Vic who looked at Kael with a suspicious gaze.
’How did this person got so much stronger.’
Now Vic was growing agitated. He changed tactics,using thrusts instead of slashes. One stabbed forward, barely missing Kael’s cheek. Kael’s eyes narrowed.
Then suddenly, he went low. He dropped, knees barely grazing the ground, and slid beneath Vic’s guard—his sword flipped into reverse grip, carving upward from below. Vic barely managed to deflect it—but the edge scraped across his pauldron, cutting the strap clean off. Vic backed off, chest heaving. Sweat rolled down his temple.
The air buzzed with tension as Kael stepped forward, eyes locked onto Vic. The earlier spar was mere warm-up—now, it was a storm waiting to break. Vic adjusted his grip, knuckles white over the hilt of his broadsword. Kael tilted his blade slightly, the edge gleaming like moonlight. No commands were given—only silence—and then they moved.
Steel clashed like thunder.