The sword skill that shimmered with silver brilliance was incredibly dazzling, merging the figures of the female elf and the old half-beast into a complex intertwining.
The clashing of the longsword with the broadsword produced a ringing metallic sound, like raindrops, often accompanied by the roars of the half-beast, the gentle cries of the elf girl, and the cheers of the onlooking players.
The storm of power from their blows raised dust clouds, crisscrossing the ground with half-meter-deep cracks.
Those were the marks left by their combat.
Within a twenty-meter radius of their duel, an empty zone had formed, with no one daring to approach.
Although more and more players came running to watch upon hearing the news, they all stood far back, looking on from the perimeter, cheering or sighing, sometimes whistling...
But none of them had the guts to step forward.
The power unleashed by a silver professional was far beyond what the black iron rank could match.
