“I am sorry, Blaze, but it is not you who will be able to proceed to the next fight. It is me,” Seven, with his sword stuck in the middle of the air, the deadly tip of it was pointed towards Blaze, has said.
“That is easy to say than done.” Blaze, without any signs or warning, started to attack Seven. He slashed his sword right towards the neck part of Seven. Seven, on the other hand, was lucky that he had managed to block it with the use of his own sword. He smirk from it, and then threw back Blaze by forcing his own sword to clash on to Blaze’s.
Tristan heard the annoyed ‘tsk’ sound of Blaze as he fall back from the counter attack of Seven. Seven, on the other hand, noticed that he had accumulated a wound onto his face perhaps from the slashing of the sword made by Blaze towards h
