Villain Ch 1633. Real Fight
Elio chuckled despite himself. He was sweating, and not just from the fight. His brain was running full throttle just trying to keep up.
He slammed his sword into the ground.
"Heaven's Ward."
A burst of light flared out, momentarily blinding.
Allen backed off with a snort. "Cheap."
"Says the guy teleporting with style."
"You like my style."
"…Unfortunately."
They clashed again.
Blades against blades now.
No skills. Just raw, brutal melee.
Elio's strikes were heavier. Grounded. Each blow like a truck rolling downhill.
Allen was water. Weaving. Ducking. Darting.
Steel sang.
CLANG
CLANG
CLANG-CLANG
Allen's blade kissed Elio's helmet— Glancing Blow.
He ducked, flipped, and spun around Elio's guard.
Parried.
Elio blocked with a grunt. "You're not even trying to land damage?"
Allen grinned. "I already won the moment you started sweating."
"I'm a tank. I always sweat."
"Yeah, but not like this."
Elio growled and pushed forward hard.
