CH.38 A city forgotten.

Alen stood tall, his eyes still glowing with a fierce intensity as he faced the bandit leader Mas. Mas was a towering figure, his muscles bulging under his leather armor. He held curved daggers in his hands, his eyes fixed on Alen with a cold and calculating gaze.

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"You think you're tough, boy?" Mas growled. "You've got no idea who you're dealing with."

Alen didn't say a word. He knew that words were useless in a fight like this. He just tightened his fist and gritted his teeth while waiting for Mas to make the first move.

It came fast and hard. Mas lunged forward; his sword aimed straight for Alen's chest. Alen sidestepped the attack, his gauntlet clashing against Mas's sword with a loud clang.

He feinted left, then darted right, slashing at Mas's side. The bandit leader grunted in pain, but he didn't go down. Instead, he swung his sword again, aiming for Alen's head.