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The longsword cleaved through the air!
Transforming into a streak of white light!
In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword had already surged towards Julius Reed's face!
Horatio Leopold gripped the sword with one hand, his eyes filled with a hint of arrogance.
Or perhaps, confidence!
The confidence of a prodigy!
Under his hand, no one could withstand this sword!
Beneath the sword, thirteen hundred lost souls had done so.
Today would be no different!
Snap!
Julius Reed's hands moved like lightning!
The moment the tip of the sword was about to stab his throat, two fingers tightly pinched the blade!
Three centimeters!
Just three more centimeters forward.
And it would pierce the throat in one strike!
However, these three centimeters were advancing exceptionally slowly!
Horatio Leopold was not in a hurry.
He had exerted all his strength and was gradually closing the distance.
Just ten more seconds!
The tip would pierce Julius Reed's throat.