Jamestown Royal Harbor, Training Ground.
CLANG!
Sparks flew as two greatswords, swung from each side, collided with immense force. The violent, sharp sword winds carved countless deep ravines into the hard mud beneath their feet, forming earth dragons that surged for over a dozen meters. Any lower-Sequence Transcendents who dared to intrude would have been instantly sliced into mincemeat.
Amidst the swirling dust, the greatswords—which should have been exceedingly heavy, requiring even elite Doppler Greatswordsmen to use both hands—moved as nimbly as Swift Swords in their masters' grips. Flicking their swords in a counter-cut, the broad blades traced perfect, shining arcs through the air as they executed the "Cartwheel Slash" towards each other's necks.
