Lycas gripped his broadsword with both hands and roared. The sound cracked through the air like a thunderclap.

He sidestepped sharply and charged straight at Dustin like a raging bull.

The heavy broadsword moved like it weighed nothing in his hands. He swung it with brutal speed. Each arc cut through the air with a sharp, whistling howl, as if it could slice through anything in its path.

The broadsword came crashing down on Dustin with bone-crushing force, like a mountain falling from the sky.

Lycas threw his full weight into the swing. As the sword descended, the force of the strike stirred up dust from the ground. It sent plumes of dirt in every direction.

He knew Dustin was no ordinary opponent. If he wanted a chance to win, he had to make the first move and seize the initiative.

"Nice form," Dustin said.

As Lycas launched a powerful, aggressive attack, Dustin remained calm and unruffled. With effortless grace, he sidestepped without the slightest rush.

The broadsword whizz