"Three moves, correct?" Bowen said coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Fine. Bring it on. But let's make it interesting—try not to leave without shedding your own blood."
As Bowen conjured a glowing white blade in his hand, Eden burst into maniacal laughter. Without warning, the orc charged at him like a stampeding beast.
Bowen leapt high, his bone blade emitting a reddish hue as it descended in a powerful slash toward Eden.
Clang!
The clash of weapons rang out as Eden's massive broadsword intercepted Bowen's blade, sparks flying violently at the point of contact.
A long broadsword forcefully clashed against the bone blade, producing a sharp ting sound as sparks flew from the point of contact. The surprising thing was that the bone blade, which had sliced through countless weapons like paper, remained still against the crude-looking sword, even though it was coated with mana and glowing with a reddish hue.