The referee gave the signal for the start of the match, but Gerd just stared at Lance and ridiculed him. After that, he slowly placed his sword in front, pointing at Lance.
“You better not let me down.”
Gerd stepped forward as he shot towards Lance at full speed. He appeared directly in front of Lance and swung his sword downwards.
Seeing Gerd swing his sword downwards, Lance braced both his legs as he meet the falling sword. “Ching”, the two swords collide as sparks flew when they grind with each other. Gerd, with a smiling face, looks at Lance.
“Is this all you have? Should you have tried avoiding my attack instead?”.
As they were in the middle of contesting, Lance suddenly loosen his strength as he tried to move the tip of the sword downwards to the side, diverging the sword d
