The Lower Class Champion

>WHOOOOSHH<

Both boys charged at each other with great speed, drawing their weapons with precision and firing it towards their opponent at the same time.

>CLANG<

As the spear met the sword, both Martial Artists stood a couple of meters away from each other, smiling ecstatically. They seemed thrilled by the fight that had just begun.

>FWOOOOSHHH<

Twisting his hold on the spear, the Senior—Jeffery Keener—removed his weapon from its position and struck forward in an attempt to steal a jab at Edward.

Fortunately, the junior was just as fast, as he quickly picked up his senior's intentions and dodged at the right moment, taking a few leaps backward to prevent further assaults.

I smiled as I watched the whole exchange.

'The spear is a tricky weapon, especially at the hands of an experienced user…'

Even though Edward had superior Techniques, in the end, he lacked experience. His way with the blade had not become second nature to him, as it had for the senior.