"I'm not stupid. When it comes down to it, I'm actually quite exceptional. After all, we Upper-Rank Knights are essentially just flesh and blood, at most a bit more resistant to erosion."
Red Falcon stood up again, without using the Secret Blood, but instead stuffed it back into his pocket.
"So, I'm still a mortal, and when mortals fight those stronger than themselves, they have to use their brains more..."
The Folding Blade was raised once more, showing an intent to fight to the death.
After a brief silence, the two collided once again.
Amidst the clashing steel, Red Falcon could hardly feel his hands anymore. The man's strength was overwhelmingly powerful, and with successive impacts, his arms went completely numb. All Red Falcon could do was to hold on tightly, gripping the metal with all his might.
Sparks flew as the man's face showed a hint of rage. He too was restraining himself, trying hard not to let the Secret Blood take over his consciousness.
