[Club House Competition] [10]

"Amun-Ra's blessing: "

Liam quickly turned around, my fist inches away from his face.

He crossed his arms, trying to block the attack.

"First form: naqsal."

As soon as those words escaped my mouth, his movement halted midway, unable to block my punch that hit his jaw.

"ARGHH!!"

He groaned in pain, limping backward to balance himself.

I let him do it as he took out a short sword, taking a battle stance.

"Haah!!"

He dashed towards me, bringing his hand forward and aiming at my shoulder.

I twisted my body slightly, avoiding it before grabbing his hand and throwing him away.

He rolled on the ground before rushing towards me again while keeping an eye on Shyamal.

Again, he struck, aiming at my midsection. I twirled my body around to move away from the trajectory before grabbing his hand again.