The Royal Knights withdrew from the dueling ground, and the duel officially began.
Count John's seven Knights, holding spears and sharp swords, slowly entered the dueling ground. Faced with Henry's imposing presence, like that of a black mountain, they could only bolster their courage internally.
Henry stood in the center of the dueling ground, his figure towering in the sunlight. The giant axe in his hands flashed with a cold light, and his black armor seemed to devour the very sunbeams.
His eyes held no extraneous emotion, only a craving for the coming battle.
"Who wants to die first?"
As Henry's words fell, the atmosphere in the dueling ground grew tense. Although the seven Knights felt fear, the honor of nobility and the dignity of a Warrior drove them to face this life-or-death contest.
Of course, if they were to retreat, John would make them regret it.
"I'll go!"
