Chapter 143. Dark Side

Issahil's POV

We circled each other, muscles tensed and eyes locked in a deadly gaze. 

My father, seated on a makeshift throne, with all the other alpha rogues, were watching keenly, I knew.

My opponent was faster and more agile than my previous opponent, his movements were more precise too. 

I struggled to keep up, every move of mine was a desperate attempt to stay alive. I wasn't attacking, only defending…

He attacked relentlessly, each strike was clearly aimed to kill me. I blocked and fended off his attacks each time but I could feel my strength being drained with each clash. 

I couldn't just keep fending off his attack, I needed to strike I knew, but I needed the perfect opening to get it done at one go… To kill him with one strike.

It was a strategy my grandfather had taught me. During a sparring session, the best way to defeat your opponent in one swift move was to let them tire themselves out first, at