The grin on Akhil's face was matched by the slight smile on Ryan's. For a moment, they just stood there, assessing each other, understanding that what came next would be nothing like the warm-up they'd just exchanged.
Then they moved.
Akhil struck first this time, the Blood Fang spinning in his hands as he channeled blood essence through every core simultaneously. The weapon lit up like a crimson torch, veins of red blazing along both blades. He slashed in rapid succession—left, right, overhead, diagonal—each movement releasing circular blood projectiles that filled the air between them.
Twenty discs in three seconds, all spinning with lethal intent.
Ryan didn't slow down. His fists became blurs of motion, red energy crackling with each punch. He weaved between some projectiles, destroyed others, his movements a perfect combination of evasion and aggression. But even he couldn't block them all.
