They exchanged no words as they were here to greet each other with their weapons.
Soon, the duel began the moment Duran lunged forward.
There was no need for a referee at all.
He wasn't fast, but he was smart. He had a lot of combat experience, and he planned to use it here…
'Maybe this is Shane's method of assessing our individual strength… Very well.' Duran mused to himself as he made his move.
His Swordsmanship was only Level 6, but it was enough to overwhelm the young knight. It was because of his unpredictable movements that aimed not to overpower, but to outmaneuver.
Still, the younger knight danced around him with agility, but it soon became clear Duran was controlling the rhythm, baiting him into overextending.
He deflected, ducked, pivoted, and—
CLANG!
The training blade cracked against the knight's side, sending him stumbling.
A whistle of approval echoed from the nearby pavilions.
"Still sharp, old man…" the knight gasped, rubbing his ribs.
