Chapter 47. Deadly Assassins

The fight started when the signal was given and was very tense.

Aamon dodged Anneth's twin blades, which were pointed and sharp on both sides. With one hand, Anneth could control the weapon, let alone with both.

After two or three spins, Anneth spun the twin blade, and the daggers bounced away. Aamon quickly picked up his daggers as he fell to the ground, his body rolling to the side as Anneth drew his weapon.

"Focus, Aamon," Anneth said casually.

Anneth's movements seemed carefree; no one would know where the man would strike. His face was as calm as the deep sea, cold and expressionless. All that could be heard was Aamon breathing heavily as he tried to dodge. Even Anneth did not look tired.

"Tired already?" asked Anneth.

It was difficult to penetrate Anneth's defensive side, and even more complicated when the blond man launched his offensive side. It was as if the Twinblade had come to life and merged with Anneth, becoming two extra eyes, hands, and f