The ground beneath them was cracked and scarred from their previous exchanges, dust still swirling in the air. Daewon smirked, stretching his shoulders as he cracked his knuckles. His massive double-headed hammer lay tossed aside, half-buried in the dirt. His eyes gleamed with excitement, fists clenched tightly. "Let's make this interesting"
Seojun returned the smirk, sliding his crimson dagger back into his inventory with a flick of his hand.
[Host, are you really going bare-handed? This is thrilling! It's been centuries since you did hand-to-hand! Last time i remember is your battle with the fallen Gods!]
Seojun chuckled inwardly, his eyes never leaving Daewon.
Daewon raised an eyebrow stepping forward, his movements sharp and precise. His feet dug into the dirt, leaving imprints as he approached, fists up and ready.
Seojun watched carefully, his stance loose and relaxed. But there was tension in his muscles—controlled and sharp, like a coiled spring waiting to be released.
