Chapter Eight: Combat 'V' Combat
Rumble!

The lightning and thunder became grave as the wind whistled through the house. Then there was a heavy downpour of rain, pattering against the roof like large hailstones which seemed to tear through the roof and soak the individuals inside.

Walter wiped his mouth and clenched his fists, keeping a fighting stance. His eyes were narrowed, looking intently at the man—he didn't dare lose his guard.

Whoosh!

There was a gust of wind as the man rushed towards him, clenching his katanas tightly. With each step he took, he seemed to be moving in the air.

Swoosh!

The blades cut through the air like blades of fans, spinning towards Walter who wondered how someone could wield a katana like that. He didn't even know the swordsmanship as he only mastered a few martial arts—a few deadly ones.

Walter's back curved backwards, his feet flying off the ground. They moved so gracefully, dancing towards the pair of katanas.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The slashing became intent, the katanas fill
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