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.

said, throwing the hilt on

said even as she landed, her fingers

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

in disappointment. "And it's not as if you were incapacitated—the sword you wield was just too crude. I

Swish.

calmly at Frank.

in turn, not denying

stepped into the ring, they

especially the case 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

you've won, I hereby announce

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