Their thirteenth clash—immediately, the world became silent. Their weapons not shattered, their flesh not scattered, the two knights displayed an equilibrium that could even be called elegant, their swords still locked with each other. At first glance, it was clear that the Saber of Black held the advantage in terms of physique. The difference between him and the Saber of Red was practically that between a man and a child.

However, it was in fact the golden knight who was being overpowered—the silver knight was overpowering him.

The reason was, as before, the [Prana Burst] skill. This time, the silver knight was not using magic power to charge forward, but to augment physical strength. Right now, Saber of Red was like a shell with its fuse lit and about to be fired.

"Haaahhh—!"

The silver knight—Saber of Red stepped forward, its foot crushing down into the ground, and gave a spirited roar.

Unable to hold on, Saber of Black was blown backwards, but as expected of a hero, he simply leapt back instead of rolling around clumsily. His knees did not give out, and his expression did not change.

- Prologue