The Universe Is Innately Just 80 David Versus Goliath

Fell glanced at the giant in front of him and looked at the large man's hips, noticing that there were four scabbards. Judging from the size, the swords that they sheltered was proportional to the wielder. The first thought that popped in Fell's mind when he saw the fierce weapon was that it was a spear.

A serious expression appeared on his face and it was with a composed mind that he began approaching his opponent. The giant didn't move a single inch while Fell walked toward him, his eyes gazed quietly at fell. A chilling light resided in the middle of his pupil, and this soft light gave his willow colored eyes a strange vibe.

Fell's heart pounded in his chest, but he began taking control of his disturbed senses as soon as the apprehension appeared in his mind.
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"Since when I have ever been afraid of anyone!", He thought as he forgot about the times he had to crawl for survival in the Core.

He had grown a lot ever since he left the core. Not the forget that he had orchestrated a savage bloodbath on the DarkSun Gang, he wasn't a stranger to killing himself. Thus, the hidden killing intent that was all over the giant swordsman didn't break his will. It was the opposite; his senses were shaking from excitement.

Although the past two matches hadn't been easy, he didn't use his sword and had only used his new swordless martial technique. His sword has been honed to the upmost of what he could attain. If he wanted to progress now. He either needed an epiphany or a master. The only other possible way was a breakthrough due to pressure on the battlefield.

In the end, the way of the sword was closely related to wars and slaughters. He didn't have access to a battlefield close by, but Battle Center would serve him plenty of stressful events such as the current one.

He stopped in front of the giant and grabbed the scabbard that was strapped on his hip. His hand was tightly wrapped around the sword's pommel and the sword began lightly humming inside of its scabbard. The next moment, his arm flashed, and the sword was taken out of its scabbard in a swift motion. The scabbard flew towards the ground before embedding itself deeply in the fighting platform.

No words were spoken between the two undefeated Battle Center beginners as Fell had already introduced himself the moment he drew his blade. The giant's four upper limbs moved in sync towards his four spear-like weapons. The next moment, four long swords the length of spears were tightly clenched by his thick hands. They were both ready to begin their special dialog; strokes and slashes as their words.

Fell initiated the dance, he stepped forward in a flas.h.i.+ng stutter and his sword hand blinked. His sword cut through the air as his wrist moved, making the trajectory of his blow harder to read. The moment Fell moved to attack, the giant's hand moved as well following closely behind him.

Their swords connected and sparks were produced during that short frame. Fell immediately unleashed a dozen of other sword strokes, their speed made them hard to see for the naked eye. But the giant swordsman didn't seem to have any trouble in following their trajectory.

Two of his hands flashed in a blinking motion and Fell's attacks were swiftly parried.

"I guess basic sword techniques won't get me anywhere. But they can help me a.s.sess the giant's level in the way of the sword.", As he a.n.a.lyzed his opponent's option, he threw dozens of sword attacks. Every single sword move he had learned in Gladiator's Heaven was being unleashed. An upward short slice would be followed by a deep piercing forward lunge. He would sometime try to bait his opponent by mixing up one-handed sword techniques with two-handed, but the giant's defense was top tier and he didn't get any decent result doing so.

"Just like I thought. The fact that he has more weapons and a larger range will make this hard for me. But a bigger range also means less speed as the sword needed to travel towards the opponent before going back to defend the owner.", His sword moved as he began forming a tactic in his mind. His leg kicked the ground making him avoid a blow that was going to his direction, then his feet softly brushed around the ground as he seemed to glide around his opponent.