Last Man Standing
He countered with a mighty swing of his own broadsword.
Their swords clashed, unleashing a shockwave that shattered nearby rocks into dust, sending debris flying.
The man staggered back over ten paces, his arm tingling. His inner energy churned, nearly bursting forth.
"How can this be?" He steadied himself, astonishment etched on his face, not having anticipated Sabertooth's overwhelming strength.
"Now, meet your end!" Sabertooth bellowed, launching another attack.
Driven by concern for Qemal's safety, he had no desire to drag out this duel. His presence surged, and he charged like lightning.
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