Their class continued to resound across the entire battlefield with a chilling intensity. At some point, it even felt like soldiers paused to watch the fearsome and amazing clash of force.
The two of them battered each other without Talent abilities, none ready to yield under the terrifying power of the other.
With another fearsome clash that resounded both of them staggered back. Blood rolled down the nose of them military man, despite how ferocious their clash had been his body was still kind of clean, there were a few bruises here and there, but there was no blood.
He trembled as he staggered back and staggered front and slowly straightened.
Then he raised his thumb and wiped the blood off his nose and looked at it with an impassive expression.
"Hmm. No one has ever made me bled in a while…"
He raised his head and looked at Prominent Leg.
"Who are you?"
Prominent Leg was bleeding more than the man, his beards were smeared with blood, from his mouth and nose, even somewhere at the edge of his brow, and his forehead was dripping with blood.
But a wild and fierce grin was aglow on his face. It was in fact, as though his bleak expression had somehow managed to come to life from their few minutes of exchange.
His grin seemed to widen.
"Me? Bah! Pay me no attention boy! I am just a man that has outlived his time. But many have the habit of calling me Prominent Leg."
He tilted his head a little bit.
"A befitting name indeed. Prominent Leg. Why are you not using your talent?"
Prominent Leg grinned.
"Why should I? When you're not using yours!"
The man was silent for almost a second.
Then he exhaled.
"This battle is going to be a long one."
Slowly, his body began to glitter, and an armor wrapped itself around his body. When it was done, he was wearing a heavy metal armor, his feet to his waist was fully cladded in heavy metal. His upper body however, was still naked, with his rouguish tattoo tracing every arc of his torso with in a fearsome and devilish manner.
He opened his hands and sparks began to join and form, revealing a long and large broad sword, it wasn't so great in length, however, the sheer wideness was enough to strike fear on whoever it would be falling on.
However, Prominent Leg only seemed to broaden his grin.
"Indeed! Indeed!!"
He opened his hands and sparks began to form around his hand. After a while, two long swords were in his hands. He lashed them sideways and flew forward.
Both of them collided with a shockwave and flew back and bolted forward again, their swords carved through the air and slammed against each other in quick ferocious sucession. Their legs moved with it slashing against the landscape powerfully.
They moved with unbridled speed, exchanging blows with terrifying force.
The battlefield trembled beneath their fury.
The military man's broadsword came crashing down like a falling mountain—crushing, unrelenting, a force carved from resolve. But Prominent Leg didn't yield. He crossed his twin blades above his head, bracing against the impact. The shockwave tore dust into a violent spiral, yet he held, teeth bared in a grin. Then, with a deft twist of his wrists, he deflected the blow—not away, but sideways, bending the momentum just enough to crack open a fleeting gap.
And he struck.
His left sword arced upward in a savage slice aimed at the ribs. The military man twisted, but not quickly enough—the blade carved a shallow line along his side, painting his skin red. Before Prominent Leg could close in, the broadsword was already sweeping back, a wide, horizontal cleave that forced him into a backwards leap.
But Prominent Leg didn't retreat—he flowed.
His footwork was deceptive, movements winding like a serpent's coil. He didn't just press forward or fall back—he curved, shifted, struck from angles that seemed wrong until they landed. His twin blades weren't mere weapons—they were fangs, snapping and slithering, slicing in whip-fast flicks, spinning reversals, and stabs that came from nowhere and everywhere.
The military man adjusted. His defense was no longer just reactive—it was tactical. Every block turned into a counter, every parry a thunderclap. His footwork was a fortress—unyielding, ironclad. When Prominent Leg feinted high and swept low, the broadsword met him with a ringing crash that sparked the air.
Still, Prominent Leg pressed on.
He ducked beneath a beheading strike, rolled low, and surged inside the man's guard. His right blade lunged for the gut—only to meet cold metal as the man pivoted, letting the sword glance harmlessly off his armored thigh. Before Prominent Leg could withdraw, a brutal fist collided with his jaw.
His head snapped back.
Blood sprayed.
He staggered, nearly dropped—but even in recoil, his left blade whipped out in a vicious backhand. The military man jerked his head aside just in time, the blade's edge skimming past with a hiss.
They broke apart, both panting, chests heaving.
Prominent Leg spat blood and grinned.
"Hah! You hit like a damned avalanche."
The military man wiped his cheek, fingers streaked red.
"And you fight like a cornered viper."
Prominent Leg's grin widened.
"Good. Then you understand."
With a sharp flick, he reversed his grip on both swords.
Then he moved—not with overwhelming speed, but with terrifying purpose. Every strike was deliberate, every step a part of the dance. He attacked high, dipped low, feinted a thrust—then spun into a sweeping slash at the knees. The military man blocked. Parried. Countered.
But Prominent Leg never stopped shifting. He weaved. Struck. Vanished and reappeared like the wind.
It was like fighting a storm with blades for rain.
But the military man was no mere wall.
He was a siege.
He caught a flicker—Prominent Leg overextending, just for a breath—and seized the chance. His broadsword came down in a savage overhead arc. Prominent Leg crossed his blades to block, but the force drove him to one knee. The ground beneath cracked with the impact.
For a moment, they locked there—brute power bearing down on tempered skill.
Then Prominent Leg laughed.
And with a violent twist, he split his blades outward, breaking the broadsword's line—and drove his boot straight up into the man's chin.
The impact echoed like a gunshot. The larger man reeled, head snapping back.
Prominent Leg surged forward, both swords a blur of silver lightning.