Chapter one hundred and eighteen

“You’re a worthy opponent, Lucas,” Rhys said, his voice firm. “But I’m the better swordsman.”

Lucas nodded, his eyes gleaming with respect. “You are indeed, Rhys. I underestimated you. But I won’t make the same mistake again.” Lucas nodded, and Rhys lowered his sword. The two men stood there for a moment, their eyes locked in a silent understanding.

Rhys and Lucas quickly dispensed with their swords and began to fight using their inner forces. Rhys, had grown stronger because of his recent breakthrough. He had more strength, stealth and could heal his injuries faster than a normal human. Rhys channeled powerful lightning attacks that crackled with energy. Lucas, on the other hand could control wind, he used his mastery of the wind to create powerful gusts of wind that threatened to knock Rhys off balance.

He created wind blades that slashed towards Rhys, ripping into his clothes but the injuries healed very quickly. The two fighters clashed, their inner forces colliding in a spectacul