Kang Min's breathing was ragged as he stared at the commander.
『Left Hand of Ruin has been equipped!』
The black, volcanic glove materialized over his left hand, its blue magma veins pulsing with a violent, hungry heat.
The Commander didn't wait and lunged across the blood-stained gravel, his Right Glove trailing silver-white light that cut through the smoke like a razor.
Kang Min met the strike with the Left Hand of Ruin, the collision sending a shockwave that flattened the surrounding burning tents.
The two moved with a speed that defied the physics of the world.
Blue mana trails left jagged streaks in the air as they flashed from one spot to another.
The sound of their blades clashing was like a continuous roll of thunder.
Kang Min's swordsmanship was a frantic, high-level dance of survival and precision.
The Commander matched him blow for blow, his eyes filled with a battle-maniac's gleam.
