Anthony and Kingsley could be seen blurring through the battlefield as time itself blurred slowly around them, although they could only keep sparring for two minutes, such a short fragment of time seemed like an eternity to them because of the dimension they had both entered, the state they had both achieved, a realm where perception stretched endlessly and every instant elongated into something immeasurable, where each movement carried the weight of countless exchanges compressed into a single breath.
Soon, the two-minute time limit was over and they both came to a stop at a point in space, just a few meters away from the other as they stared into each other's eyes with smiles on their faces as though they had just fallen in love at first sight, the kind of quiet, understanding smile only those who had crossed fists and souls simultaneously could share, a silent acknowledgement of growth, respect, and something deeper than rivalry, something almost sacred.
