Azrynn continued to exchange blows with Iki, her two daggers moving in precise, calculated motions.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks scattered whenever their weapons collided. Iki's swordsmanship was undoubtedly impressive. His attacks were fast, powerful, and seamlessly connected, leaving very little room for his opponent to counterattack.
However, Azrynn was gradually becoming accustomed to his movements.
She had already noticed something about his fighting style.
Every time Iki performed a horizontal slash, he followed it with a reverse strike from the opposite direction. When he used an overhead attack, he would shift his weight forward before transitioning into a thrust or another sweeping slash.
His techniques were well-developed, but they followed a relatively predictable sequence.
Azrynn's eyes narrowed slightly.
'I've seen enough.'
She suddenly pushed away from Iki's sword, creating several meters of distance between them.
