As Frank and Silverbell's sword duel intensified, Maron grew more wary of either of them.

At the same time, he felt lucky he had never fought Frank directly... or he would end up a corpse already!

"Take this—Thousand Mile Burst!"

A blur shot down from the above.

Too fast for Frank to avoid, he had to raise his sword to parry in the heat of the moment.

Clang!

The silver beam shattered the sword even as Frank looked on, and it never stopped as it kept pressing toward Frank's face.

"Oof—" Frank grunted as he stepped backward, and he touched his forehead to feel blood welling out of a shallow scratch.

lost," he said, throwing the hilt on the floor and openly admitting

she landed, her fingers twitching

"It's the rule—anyone in any sect who can last twenty strikes from my blade earns their sect a place in

the shards of the broken sword around the floor, she sighed in disappointment. "And it's not as if you were incapacitated—the sword you wield

Swish.

sheathed her sword, nodding calmly at

turn, not denying it since

the ring, they pitted their skills and warrior's mind against

in swordcraft, with swords being elegant weapons wielded in a civilized time. Those without virtue could not hope to direct their sword to strike true, let alone

announce that

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