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Two big warriors in full plate—one in plain steel, the other in ornate gold—clashed in the middle of the ring like two unstoppable forces.
Reb fought with both hands on a massive longsword, longer and wider than anything standard. Every strike was heavy, direct, and aimed at breaking through armor. No fancy flourishes—just raw power and brutal efficiency.
Leo had never faced this style before. Barristan's elegant technique was completely different. Caught off guard, he fell back on pure defense, waiting for the right moment to counter.
In a brief opening he snatched a shield from the weapons rack and switched to sword-and-shield mode. He triggered [Precise Block] again and again, turning the shield into an unbreakable wall that stopped every one of Reb's attacks dead.
The ringing impacts traveled straight through Leo's arm. He could tell Reb's Strength was at least 14—maybe even matching his own 15.
This guy was no ordinary freerider. He had to be a highborn son from some powerful house pretending to be a nobody.
Leo racked his brain but couldn't place him. Note to self: learn the Seven Kingdoms' noble family trees.
The fight had turned into a grueling stalemate, but Leo wasn't worried. Reb was swinging a heavy two-handed sword with everything he had, clearly trying to end it fast. That kind of all-out assault burned stamina like crazy—especially in full plate.
Leo, on the other hand, barely felt the weight of his own armor thanks to the system. The only real burden was the borrowed sword and shield.
Sooner or later Reb would tire first. Leo just had to outlast him.
The crowd hated the defensive turtle strategy. Boos rained down, and a lot of people started cheering for Reb, screaming for him to smash Leo into the dirt.
Reb knew the truth, though. If this dragged on, he was finished.
He had come looking for a real test after hearing about Leo's winning streak. After watching a few fights he realized Leo's stamina was freakish—he could handle back-to-back challengers without breaking a sweat.
So Reb had planned to end it quick.
But now he was learning the hard way: Leo wasn't just durable—he was strong as hell. And no matter how hard Reb hammered him, that shield was always there, perfectly placed.
Reb's breathing grew ragged. His footwork started to slip.
Leo spotted it instantly—the opening he'd been waiting for.
Reb got desperate and launched a furious barrage, swinging with everything left in the tank.
Leo blocked every blow with perfect timing.
Then—crack!
The wooden shield finally gave out under the constant punishment. It splintered apart, sending wood shards flying.
Reb's eyes lit up. He roared and swung a massive horizontal cut.
Leo barely got his sword up in time.
Clang!
Reb's heavy blade sheared straight through Leo's borrowed longsword, snapping it clean in half.
Shit, Leo thought. Should've stopped showing off.
But he reacted instantly. The second the broken blade flew away, before Reb could reset, Leo dropped the hilt and lunged like a leopard.
Reb had been riding the high of destroying both weapons—until Leo slammed into him full force.
The big man never got a chance to recover. Leo tackled him to the ground, mounted his chest, and started hammering the visor with his fists.
[Punch]!
A heavy thud rang out. Even through the helmet, the impact rattled Reb's skull. He went dizzy for a second and couldn't even shout.
Leo kept raining down punches, one hand pinning Reb's sword arm while the other hammered the visor like a blacksmith on an anvil.
Reb finally twisted and bucked, trying to throw Leo off. His free hand flailed, punching wildly at Leo's armored body.
It did nothing.
Leo, still sitting on top, kept pounding away.
The elegant foot melee had officially turned into a back-alley brawl.
"I yield! Stop!"
Reb finally yelled, voice cracking.
Leo froze mid-punch, fist hovering in the air.
He reached down, flipped up the dented visor, and took a look.
Reb's face was a mess—blood from a split eyebrow painted his cheeks, and one side was already swelling.
Leo recognized him instantly. His eyes widened in shock.
After a long second he quietly lowered the visor again and whispered, "Sorry…"
Then he stood up.
"The winner of this match—Ser Neo!"
The crowd exploded into wild cheers.