Sparks flew as their two weapons clashed with each other.
Thirteen's dagger scraped the staff's body, creating sparks as he pushed forward with his momentum.
The Half-Elf understood that he would not be able to use his weapon at the moment, so he didn't hesitate to let go and used his palm to push Thirteen's wrist away to deflect his attack.
Suddenly, William felt something hit the side of his face, pushing him to the side.
Thirteen had made an impossible move that no one had seen coming.
While the Half-Elf was focused on the clash between their weapons, the teenage boy twisted sharply at the waist.
His left foot stayed planted on the ground, acting as support, while his body rotated at whip-like speed.
His right leg shot upward in a tight arc, unleashing one of the most devastating attacks that could only be done by someone who had practiced it many times in the past.
A high hook kick.
That was the attack that Thirteen had unleashed at point-blank range.
