Silas looked at his new opponent with a smile.
After he one shotted his opponent at the gold rank, he was finally at platinum rank, against a Marshal rank cultivator.
[Name: Miles]
[Current rank: Platinum (99)]
Before Silas could finish reading the status, a sharp tip was suddenly in his face, glistening under the artificial sunlight of the battle arena.
Silas moved on pure instinct, his head tilting away at the last second.
Miles did not waste time. He withdrew his rapier, piercing towards Silas's rib in the same motion.
Silas reacted instantly, ducking beneath the attack.
The trajectory of the blade changed mid strike, piercing downwards as if it were locked onto Silas.
Silas rolled away at the last second, narrowly avoiding the attack.
The rapier pierced into the earth beneath, caving deeply into it.
Silas stood up, his katana appearing within his palm.
He took a deeper look at Miles.
Miles stood calmly, rapier still deeply pierced into the earth.
