We appeared next to each other as we have teleported, and as we did, our weapons moved.
There is nothing grand about our attacks; our weapons are blazing with the fire or covered in lightning nothing. I looked like I am swinging the sword like I usually do while Ellen's sword is covered with enchanting runes, which made it looked beautiful, not grand.
Our swords moved toward each other like a normal sword about to have clashed against each other.
CLANNNNNG!
Our sword clashed, and for a moment, nothing had happened before a very sharp clashing sound rang out. The sound nearly broke the curtains of our ears, and the forcefield produced from it had shaken the arena as if there is a loud earthquake.
The forcefield, on the other hand, stretched half a meter like rubber before ripple spread across it.
The audience let out a huge gasp seeing such a grand display of power from such simple attacks, and burst out in the cheers.
