Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The relentless clash of metal echoed through the stillness of the desert night, shattering its silence like glass.

"Bang!"

Igaris staggered back, his arms trembling from exhaustion. The iron blade slipped from his grip and hit the ground with a dull thud, while Dred's longsword hovered just inches from his chest, ready to pierce through his heart.

"Damn it! I can't lose to a skeleton... Again!"

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself up, fingers closing around the short blade once more.

He was clearly at a disadvantage. His blade was shorter, lighter just meant for survival, not war. Dred's sword, by complete disparity, was a weapon of death, forged for a warrior of elite caliber.

But Igaris didn't yield.

His body was soaked in sweat again, dusts and sand clinging to him like a second skin. The clean wash he had moments ago was already undone, but he didn't care. Not when he stood on the edge of power.

Again, he charged in. Swinging, parrying, dodging.

And with each exchange, with every clang of steel, his body remembered. His instincts sharpened. His movements grew faster, more deliberate.