The one-minute duel was a mesmerizing display of concentrated violence and skill.
The air crackled with the discharge of aura—Levin's shots slicing through the air with the sharp whistle of condensed wind, and Zenon's projectiles delivering blunt, devastating force.
Levin, utilizing the accuracy and power of his specialized aura rifle, focused on the high-value, moving targets, maximizing his two-point per-hit advantage.
He was precise, but his reload time—even for the advanced rifle—was significantly longer than Zenon's.
Zenon, however, was a force of terrifying speed. His twin handguns were emptied and reloaded in continuous, rapid cycles, his hands a blur.
He didn't always go for the hardest targets; he prioritized volume and guaranteed hits, maximizing his one-point per-hit accumulation.
The crowd was roaring, utterly captivated by the exchange. Blaze and Lenore were yelling encouragement, their voices hoarse.
