The clash between Leo and Rio had begun, and the arena seemed to tremble under the weight of their intent. The air was charged, almost heavy, as both fighters locked eyes, neither willing to give an inch. The grip each man had on his sword was not just firm—it was unshakable, as if their entire willpower was being funneled into that weapon.
Rio was the first to move, his body surging forward with a burst of raw speed. His blade cut through the air with a sharp whoosh, aiming directly at Leo's midsection. The force behind it was enough to split through reinforced wood, but Leo tilted his body with precision, letting the attack slide past him by the smallest margin. The tip of Rio's sword barely brushed the fabric of his clothes, yet Leo's eyes didn't even blink. His expression remained calm, unshaken.
