141: Fierce Duel (2)
The air grew colder as the night crept in.
The two swordsmen stood facing each other.
Arthur stood tall and proud, his long white hair tied back in a ponytail. Waving gallantly when wind swoops across the valley.
He held his sword, the one that was made by Tang Fei Tsan, on his right hand. On his left hand, he held the Katana that was bestowed to him by Ryo himself.
Although the Katana was a copy of Ryo's Black Katana, it held the same power.
With a firm grip, the blades shimmering in the light of the imbued Qi.
His master, Ryo, stood opposite him, his face calm and composed. He held his own sword, a simple, Black Katana, with ease.
"Arthur, are you sure you want to do this?" Ryo asked, his voice steady.
"Yes, master," Arthur replied, his voice just as firm. "I have mastered Tempest of Blades. I am ready to face you in combat."
Ryo nodded, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Very well. Let us begin."